health | March 19, 2026

Yelawolf Best Friend Lyrics English Translation

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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

To the Father, Son and Holy Spirit

I hold you nearest

My best friend

Let the trumpets blow with Your appearance

I can almost hear it

My best friend

When you wish me Hell upon my soul and spirit

Behold these lyrics

I got a best friend

Yeah, I got a best friend, best friend, yeah

I don't know much about Holy Bibles

But I grew up in the Bible Belt

I put my love for a woman on idle

Because I got beat with my mama's belt

But I learned from my mistakes

Try hard to respect people for what they believe 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

To the Father, Son and Holy Spirit

I hold you nearest

My best friend

Let the trumpets blow with Your appearance

I can almost hear it

My best friend

When you wish me Hell upon my soul and spirit

Behold these lyrics

I got a best friend

Yeah, I got a best friend, best friend, yeah

God, please could you arm me with the armor

To calm me when there's drama like Gandhi?

Could have gone the other way many times

Could have turned Dalai with the lama

But I squashed my beefs and things seem to be looking decent

Recently, but don't jinx it, it's like Clint Eastwood

Looking for peace though, maybe not finna enter

The priesthood, but at least should

Make an attempt to show some remorse

And to be some sort of a reenter

For the people I've been a menace to

Not a preacher, but a shit starter and finisher

Into the mind of a 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 or

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

Plus balls and intestines

And they never been yes men

They gon' tell me when I'm fuckin' up

The minute I'm ever giving it less than

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 gut

So unless you're my fuckin' belly button

Don't tell me nothin'

You ain't mine

Who do 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 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 I blackout, power outage

They are 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 the 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 do 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 mine

To the Father, Son and Holy Spirit

I hold you nearest

My best friend

Let the trumpets blow with Your appearance

I can almost hear it

My best friend

When you wish me Hell upon my soul and spirit

Behold these lyrics

I got a best friend

Yeah, I got a best friend, best friend, yeah

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