I Can Be Lyrics

I can be cold like a soul that's been broken and opened then frozen right over

I can be warm like a stove or the dope that I torch when I'm roasting a cone

I'll be smoking a bowl with the stoners

Folding the posers and jokers

I'm flicking and poking their skin

Till I'm tipping them over the edge

When I'm pissing them off and their spilling the pot

That they're ticking to chop up and stick in their bongs

Holding the rod like I'm Odin the god

And I'm hoping the rock isn't only a stop on my road to the top

Taking this throne out from under the lord and I'm shaving these horns on the top of my head clean off

Seeing the weasels and posers

Here with the weakest composure

Speeding with wheels on my rover

I'm rolling them over and throwing them over my shoulders

Blowing a hole in their border

With a boulder

I'm Bolder when I'm sober

And I'm rolling with my soldiers

You'll be rolling in your grave first

For rolling one of your neighbours

If I see a safe then it isn't safe

Crime doesn't pay unless I'm on the way In the night with a blade by the side of my waist

When I charge at what's left of your set full of pests

Heart full of dread so I dwell in the darkness

Spark up a sesh with the stars that I kept on my belt like Orion

Spread my horizons like hell slowly rising

I can be worse then evil

I can preach verses to people

Like sermons I'm speaking to servants while feeding them curses right under their steeple

Cuz I'm deceitful

But I ain't peaceful

Come for the sequel

We've never been equal

I'm a dare devil like Evil Kenevil

Who couldn't care less about hurting your feelings

Wooden roof then you can bet I'm burning down the ceilings

I can be cold like a soul that's been broken and opened then frozen right over

I can be warm like a stove or the dope that I torch when I'm roasting a cone

I'll be smoking a bowl with the stoners

Folding the posers and jokers

I'm flicking and poking their skin

Till I'm tipping them over the edge

When I'm pissing them off and their spilling the pot

That they're ticking to chop up and stick in their bongs

You should see his face when I break in

To his place through the basement

Ain't no fucking reason I should take it

Staying real till I make it

Ain't no fucking reason I should fake it

Ain't no season I can't take kid

So those demons better take hints

I'm dangerous

But you still think you can play with me

Fun so you wish you could lay with me

But I don't think you could take this heat

Basically…

They're minced meat if they're stepping to me

Missed me with their delicate feelings

Stepping to me in the street is a next level feat so their getting defeated

Whenever this beef is getting reheated

Then all the petty shits getting repeated

Waiting to face your defeat in the flesh as you fail to succeed

So your sealing your fate

Speeding away when I'm stealing the race

Whirling the tides when I'm merging

Twirling the mic when I'm turning

Turning these words from inside of my mind into earnings

My vicious side is emerging like

My civil mind isn't working right

Slitting necks with a guillotine strike

Spinning heads if their giving me strife

Skipping rest still I'm winning these fights

Sinning every time I start sipping on the wine

Spinning her mind like the rimmed wheel to a tyre

Fixing up the windshields when I'm taking her for a sweet ride

I can be all the above

I could be thrown in the mud

But that's all that you know

When you're born down below

I can leave corpses in blood when I'm bored of the justice

Over the dumb shit

Like fuck your republic

I'll just go join up with the sith

I can be cold like a soul that's been broken and opened then frozen right over

I can be warm like a stove or the dope that I torch when I'm roasting a cone

I'll be smoking a bowl with the stoners

Folding the posers and jokers

I'm flicking and poking their skin

Till I'm tipping them over the edge

When I'm pissing them off and their spilling the pot

That they're ticking to chop up and stick in their bongs