Best Friend

So I just listened to Yelawolf & Eminem’s ‘Best Friend’ with my friends and I..can’t…deal. Just. The lyrics will speak for themselves: 
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 repenter

For the people I’ve been a menace to

Not a preacher, but a shit starter and finisher

Enter 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

And I (I got a best friend, best friend)

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 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 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 im-piggy-possible to revive you

It’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 a suit

Talking to Proof dropping a deuce

Fill up a syllable clip like a refillable script, cock it and shoot

And 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)
This is an answer to a prayer I’ve had continuously and I am just so happy. 

Be blessed as you watch the video ‘Best Friend’
Peace & Love, 

Xx

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