Best Friend

  Am                   C
   ain't never been much of the 
church type
Em
   but I believe in the last days
Am                 C
   I walk through Hell almost every 
night
Em
   but I believe it's a pathway
Am                   C
   Say boy what you doin' with your 
life
Em
   With those tattoos on your face
Am               C
   Say boy you know that you'll pay 
the price
Em
   Well I guess I'll see when I head
 that way

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Am  G                        Em
      To the father son and holy 
spirit
I hold you nearest
    Am                 G
My best friend best friend
                            C
Let the trumpets blow with your 
appearance
      Em
I can almost hear it
    Am                 G
My best friend best friend
                               Em
When you wish me Hell upon my soul 
and spirit
behold these lyrics
         Am                 G
I got a best friend best friend
              C                  
Yeah I got a best friend best friend
Em
 yeah


Am                   C
I don't know much about Holy bibles
Em
but I grew up in the bible belt
Am                   C
I put my love for a woman on idle
because I got beat with my mama's 
belt
Am                   C
but I learned from my mistakes
Em
Try hard to respect people for what 
they believing in
Am                   C
but if you spit on my fucking grave
Em
and wish me Hell then I wish you 
well
I'm send you straight up to my best 
friend

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Am  G                        Em
      To the father son and holy 
spirit
I hold you nearest
    Am                 G
My best friend best friend
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                            C
Let the trumpets blow with your 
appearance
      Em
I can almost hear it
    Am                 G
My best friend best friend
                               Em
When you wish me Hell upon my soul 
and spirit
behold these lyrics
         Am                 G
I got a best friend best friend
              C                  
Yeah I got a best friend best friend
Em
 yeah
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Verso 3
Am
God, please would you arm me with 
the armor
  C
They call me when there's drama like
 gandhi
           Em
could have gone the other way many 
times
could have turned dalai with the 
lama
              Am
but I squash my beefs when things 
seem to be looking decent
C
Recently but don't jinx it
              Em
It's like clint eastwood looking for
 peace
Though maybe no finny enter
The priesthood but at least should
         Am
Make an attempt to show some remorse
                            C
and then be some sort of a repenter
                              Em
for the people I've been a menace to
Not a preacher but a shit starting 
finisher
                        Am
In the mind of a thick skin but a 
short temper
                        C
This patience of mine is thinner
                     Em
Than twine is when I get attacked
So I might say something back that 
might offend you
                   Am
So if you don't like when I rap
                     C
What I have to say on the mic then 
you
                   Em
Might wanna act just like 
quarterbacks                  Am
and take a f***n hike when I snap 
cause I'm a sinner
                 C
bust balls and intestines
                     Em
and ain't never been yes men
They gon' tell me when I'm fuckin up
The minute I'm ever giving it less 
than
                 Am
I'm about to vomit and I can feel it
 coming
                  C
cause failure's something I can 
barely stomach
            Em
and I only listen to my guts
So unless you're my fuckin belly 
button
don't tell me nothin'
             Am
You ain't my (best friend best 
friend)
C
Who you think I'm talking 'bout
Em
Lifts me up when I'm down and out
Still look to him without a doubt
             Am              
Still got a (best friend best 
     C   Em
friend)
Shout it out like there's never been
 a louder mouth
Should have never been allowed a 
mouth
Now that I got a higher power
Now when a black out power outage
They powerless, but they crowd 
around
They tend to flock like shepherds to
 black sheep
But I be the worst thing
That these motherfuckers ever heard
When I'm counted out
You'll be D-O-A, they'll announced
But 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 the doctor's at the 
hospital
He could have shigy-shocked you back
 to life
It's in piggy possible to revive you
That's word to the diggy-doo
Stiggy stopping is 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
Dawg, 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
Who do you thinks my Glock that I 
use?
That I pull from to get my strength 
up against these haters
And he'll be waiting at the gate
When you get sprayed up, sending you
 hoes straight up
To deal with my (best friend)

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Am  G                        Em
      To the father son and holy 
spirit
I hold you nearest
    Am                 G
My best friend best friend
                            C
Let the trumpets blow with your 
appearance
      Em
I can almost hear it
    Am                 G
My best friend best friend
                               Em
When you wish me Hell upon my soul 
and spirit
behold these lyrics
         Am                 G
I got a best friend best friend
              C                  
Yeah I got a best friend best friend
Em
 yeah