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conversations.value: Write me a song called Best Friend with the following description: On “Best Friend” Yelawolf teams up with his label boss once again. While Yela calmly approaches the instrumental with a more spiritual tone, Eminem goes into full aggressive mode spitting more than 16 bars as he usually does. This is also the only song on the album with a feature, and marks Em’s first musical release in 2015. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Verse 1: Yelawolf]
  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
  [Chorus: Yelawolf]
  To the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit
  I hold you nearest
  My best friend (Best friend)
  Let the trumpets blow with your appearance
  I can almost hear it
  My best friend (Best friend)
  When you wish me hell upon my soul and spirit
  Behold these lyrics
  I got a best friend (Best friend)
  Yeah, I got a best friend (Best friend)
  Yeah
  [Verse 2: Yelawolf]
  I don't know much about Holy Bibles
  But I grew up in the Bible Belt (Uh)
  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 believin' in
  But if you spit on my fuckin' grave
  And wish me Hell, then I wish you well
  I'ma send you straight up to my best friend [Chorus: Yelawolf]
  To the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit
  I hold you nearest
  My best friend (Best friend)
  Let the trumpets blow with your appearance
  I can almost hear it
  My best friend (Best friend)
  When you wish me hell upon my soul and spirit
  Behold these lyrics
  I got a best friend (Best friend)
  Yeah, I got a best friend (Best friend)
  Yeah
  [Verse 3: Eminem & 
  Yelawolf
  ]
  God, please would 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 llama, 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 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 ya
  So if you don't like when I rap or what I have to
  Say on the mic, then ya 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 givin' it less than
  I'm about to vomit and I can feel it comin'
  'Cause failure's somethin' I can barely stomach
  And I only listen to my gut
  So unless you're my fuckin' belly button
  Don't tell me nuttin',
   
  you ain't my 
  best friend, best friend
  Who you think I'm talkin' '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—oww
  They powerless, but they crowd around
  They tend to flock like shepherds, the black sheep
  But I'll be the worst thing that these motherfuckers ever heard
  When I'm counted out
  You'll 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– pow!
  Not even the doctors at the hospital
  Are gonna shiggy-shock you back to life
  It's im-piggy-possible to revive you
  That's word to the Diggy Doc
  Stiggy-stoppin' is not an option
  Somethin' 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
  Talkin' to Proof, droppin' 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 waitin' at the gate when you get sprayed up
  Sendin' you hoes straight up to deal with my 
  best friend [Chorus: Yelawolf]
  To the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit
  I hold you nearest
  My best friend (Best friend)
  Let the trumpets blow with your appearance
  I can almost hear it
  My best friend (Best friend)
  When you wish me hell upon my soul and spirit
  Behold these lyrics
  I got a best friend (Best friend)
  Yeah, I got a best friend (Best friend)
  Yeah