Odder Moniker - Intercontinental Champion Lyrics

Beat in my head
Beating my head
Loud sounds pound I'd rather write instead
I'd rather not be in bed
Shruggin' off strangers with that beat in my head
Keeping me deaf
Death
Ill
Skills better left unsaid
Unmentioned 'til it hits ya and dents ya
It's unrelenting. I'm presenting a fine-tuned high dude
Stress-free enigmatic rhyme blues
I'm coming for your place in Hell
I deserve a Title Belt
Ba Da Da Da
I ain't hearing you, no matter how loud you yell
How hard you fell, what you made yourself
I need help. My brain is being bashed in
Beat in
Bleeding all over your feet and the concrete
Meet your match, meet your maker
Eat the past, use a salt shaker
Leaving a lasting impression for them to feast on later
Aren't you glad you're free?
Aren't you sick of everyone claiming some identity?
Ba Da Da Da Doh
Get behind the mule in me
I don't like to be used, unless you use the tool in me
Eat a freezer pop, so you can see the cool in me
Icy
Nice
Jack the Ripper
Mack the Knife
Deep like there's a pool in me
Too much garrulity, so I have to write
Trunk full of notebooks and it ain't light
Is the outcome important?
Or just the fight?
I'll scream til I'm dead
Even if what I sing don't make sense like this
Ba Da Da Da Doh
I'm steady posing as the Intercontinental Champ
No matter who you are, or what you know
Idgaf