Yelawolf feat. Eminem — «Best friend».
[Куплет 1: Yelawolf]
Ain’t never been much of the church type
But I believe in the last days
I walk through Hell almost every night
But I believe it’s a pathway
Say boy what you doin’ with your life
With those tattoos on your face
Say boy you know that you’ll pay the price
Well I Guess I’ll see when I head that way
[Хук]
To the father son and holy spirit, I hold you nearest
My best friend, best friend
Let the trumpets blow with your appearance
I can almost hear it
My best friend, best friend
When you wish me hull upon my soul and spirit
Hold these lyrics
I got a best friend, best friend
Yeah I got a best friend, best friend, yeah
[Куплет 2: Yelawolf]
I don’t know much about the holy Bible
But I grew up in the Bible Belt
I put my love for a woman on idle
Because I got beef with my mama’s pill
But i learned from my mistake
Try hard to respect people for what they’re believing in
But if you spit on my fucking grave
And wish me hell then I wish you well
I’ma send you straight up to my best friend
[Хук]
[Куплет 3: Eminem]
God please put you on me with the armor
They call me when there’s drama like Ghandi
Could the Ghandi of the way many times
Could have turned Dalai with the lama
But I squash my beefs when things seem to be looking decent
Recently but don’t jinx it
It’s like Clint Eastwood went looking for peace
Though maybe not for the inner
The priest stood but at least should
Make an attempt to show some remorse
And the beefs some sort of repenter
For the people I’ve been a minister
Not a preacher but a shit starter and a finisher
In of a mind, thick skin but a short temper
This patience of mine is thinner
Than twine is when I get attacked
So I might say something back that might offend you
So if you don’t like when I rap
What I have to say on the mic then you
Might wanna act just like quarterbacks
And take a fuckin’ hike when I snap cause I’m a sinner
(I got a best friend, best friend)
My [?] and intestines
And ain’t never been yes men
They gon’ tell me when I’m fuckin’ up
The minute I’m not forgiving unless
The I’m about to vomit and I can feel it coming
Cause failure’s something I can barely stomach
And I only listen to my guts
So unless you’re my fuckin’ belly button don’t tell me
Nothin’, you ain’t my
(Best friend, best friend)
Who you think I’m talking bout?
Lifts me up when I’m down and out
Still look to him without a doubt, still got a
(Best friend, best friend)
Shout it out like it’s never been allowed [?]
Should have never been allowed on [?]
Now that I got a higher power
Now with a black out power, out is out
Like powerless but they crowd around
They tend to flock like shepherds to black sheep
But I be the worst thing that these mother fuckers ever heard
When I’m counted out
You be D-O-A, then announced
They pronounce you dead when they sound it out
So prepare for a rival, your arch enemy surrounds you now
He’s all around you
Not even a doctor’s at the hospital
He could have shigy-shocked you back to life
This imp-possible to revive you
That’s word to the digy-doctor
You stopping and that’s not an option
And that’s something I’m not gonna do
I’m the Iggy-Pop of hip-hop when I walk in the booth
Dog I’m the truth like Biggie rockin’ with 2Pac in the suit
Talking to Proof dropping a deuce
Fill up a syllable clip like a refillable strip, cock and I shoot
Do he thinks that the clock that I use
That I pull from to get my strength against these haters
And I’m gon’ be waiting at the gate
When you get sprayed up, sitting you holding straight up
To deal with my
(Best friend, best friend)
