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Tom: G 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 Refrão: 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 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 tabrefrão 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 refrão 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 fn 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 C Em Still got a (best friend best 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) Refrão: 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

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