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
 
Chorus
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                  Em
Yeah I got a best friend best friend yeah
 
 
verse 2
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
 
Chorus
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                  Em
Yeah I got a best friend best friend yeah
 
Verse 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 f***n 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 f***n 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                   C   Em
Still got a (best friend best friend)

Like there's never been a louder mouth
Should have never been allowed a mouth
Now that I got a higher power now when I blackout, power outage
They powerless, but they crowd around
They tend to flock like shepherds, the black sheep
But I be the worst thing that these motherfuckers ever heard
When I'm counted out
You be D-O-A, they'll announce
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 doctors at the hospital
Are gonna shiggy-shock you back to life
It's in-piggy-possible to revive you
That's word to the diggy doc
Stiggy-stopping is not an option
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 script
Cock and I shoot
Who you think's 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)

 
Chorus
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                  Em
Yeah I got a best friend best friend yeah