On The Rise

Hook:

I'm on the rise

Make the haters die

Make them suicide

Cause I am on the rise

 

Verse 1:

uhhhuh I'm a standalone I handle my own on the microphone I'm slightly overgrown Fuck rap I play the xylophone Fucking tylenol hydrocodone in my arms folded playing Texas fold em in a nursing home Firstly yo, I'm underweight not behaved Under the age of legal consensual I'm So fly I'mma extraterrestrial entering the inter-dimensional while meeting transexuals I have no sub-stan-tial evidence I had less than 10 6-packs of jack-dan-iels jamming to Eminem while under a swinging pendulum slandering my verses until they knock-a-off my head-a-phones I still keep rapping till my head gets severed and rolls under my leg-a-bones After my legaments get hesitant and drop into the sediments And all tangible illegible words my mandibles swore turn cannibal and devour all who can't handle them Ambien and methanol My words are that mixed with alcohol before I spout em off 

 

Hook:

 

I'm on the rise

Make the haters die

Make them suicide

Cause I am on the rise

 

Verse 2:

So you wanna' suggest an improvement

To the music of this amusement?

Draw up a new blueprint

That changes this self-imposed mind pollutant?

Don't think that I'm fluent

Enough to be an inducement of this exuberance?

Think I'm a stupid, truant student?

May I suggest new recruitment

As the final, imprudent solution.

 

Hook:

I'm on the rise

Make the haters die

Make them suicide

Cause I am on the rise