Ain’t Stereotypical

[Intro]
I guess you know who I am
Are you the champion in here?
Yeah
Not the heavyweight champ?
Champion, heavyweight or any other kind they got
Hmm, how long you been on top?
Ten years, ever since I got in here
Damn, brother that's a real fine record you got
I gotta congratulate you
Ain't no champ in here but me

[Hook]
Bitch, I ain't stereotypical
I'm the motherfucking pinnacle
Your clinical situation is critical
Quick or slow I'll pick your bones
You'll really go out the window and wither slow
Your hating comments are so pitiful
I ain't stereotypical
I'm the motherfucking pinnacle
Your clinical situation is critical
Quick or slow I'll pick your bones
You'll really go out the window and wither slow
Your hating comments are so pitiful

[Verse 1]
My horror shit ain't stereotypical, nah
It's the type of shit that'll turn your stereo mythical
I'm a fire-breathing dragon made of stone
Better leave me alone or you'll get turned to bone
I'm the serial killer moonwalking through your home
With a kitchen knife, taking out your guts like a loan
The '87 [?]
I grew up recording on cassette tapes and synthesizers
Ever since aspire, leaving bloody lint in your drier
And everybody saying that my subscribers should be higher
But if you found me, consider it a gift
Cause I'm making this rap shit take off like a rift
I'm not only in your face, I'm in your eye like a cyst
In a lyrical prison eating fried chicken and grits
Hide your bitch in a pit below the throwback hot rod
When she hear it unzip, she deep throats that hot dog

[Hook]
Bitch, I ain't stereotypical
I'm the motherfucking pinnacle
Your clinical situation is critical
Quick or slow I'll pick your bones
You'll really go out the window and wither slow
Your hating comments are so pitiful
I ain't stereotypical
I'm the motherfucking pinnacle
Your clinical situation is critical
Quick or slow I'll pick your bones
You'll really go out the window and wither slow
Your hating comments are so pitiful

[Verse 2]
Oh, so you the champ here to do things I can't?
Well good luck with that, but just to let you know: I'ma fuck up your rapping
Crush the tracks, send busters back, the duster hats are trusted factors
There's nothing that's comparable to what I rap
I snap and crack your back in half like Sub-Zero finishers
I'll finish him or finish her, ain't sexist with these whizzing words
I'm finna surge and turn into a surgeon with this literature
Dentist when you bit the curb, so swerve to the apprentice
Or you face the burn in the fiery car crash or die with horrid raps
So why are we hard-tasking these irony heart attacks?
You been trying the art of rap, you been trying too hard at factors
There's a side of beef on the rack, you and I are a part of that
There's a side of an artist, the hardest with every part intact
In which you lack, so you laugh and then you comment back
With your typical hook, bitch, your comments remain invisible
I'm here in the physical to let you know from the get-to-go

[Hook]
I ain't stereotypical
I'm the motherfucking pinnacle
Your clinical situation is critical
Quick or slow I'll pick your bones
You'll really go out the window and wither slow
Your hating comments are so pitiful
I ain't stereotypical
I'm the motherfucking pinnacle
Your clinical situation is critical
Quick or slow I'll pick your bones
You'll really go out the window and wither slow
Your hating comments are so pitiful
I ain't stereotypical

[Outro]
Killed him in round 2, ain't no need for a third verse
Cause I'll just be beating a dead horse
Let's go, champ
You ain't no champ