Komatose (Horrorcore) - I'm comin' to Getcha lyrics

(Intro) I'm comin' to getcha I'm comin' to getcha (Chorus) I'm comin' to getcha Your time is up I'm comin' to getcha Little kids are f**ed I'll make you bleed slow Come with me six feet below (Verse 1) Look over your shoulder, the winds are gettin' colder The ancient evil rises from the ashes of October Police folders stickin' 'cuz the bodies Komatose stickin' Pickin' a victim like chicken for my k**as who wanna be rippin' Wishin' and prayin' and hopin' that your door is wide open Soon i'll be in your room, leavin' skulls and bones broken Takin' a token of the demise, your blue eyes mystisize So I take them for my girl whose back at the crypt chillin' with the flies Surprise here I am, bringin' back the black blood mayhem Cradlein' kids in my arms, gash where I take 'em Shake 'em, break 'em, dig 'em a plot, tie a knot and drop 'em in the spot Buried alive to become the next victim of flesh to rot (Chorus) X2 I'm comin' to getcha Your time is up I'm comin' to getcha Little kids are f**ed I'm comin' to getcha I'll make you bleed slow I'm comin to getcha Come with me six feet below (Verse 2) I'm under the bed, biding my time Takin' notes for me to remember the next time when I rhyme My crimes are unsolved mysteries, someone call Robert Stack Then again you'd have to dig the b**h from the ditch off the coffin rack I'm here cuttin' ya lifeline, a 50/50 for the brain or spine I'll pull the Kryptik or Rukus and ask which one should be mine Lemme dine on your kin, lemme die for my sin Lemme slice and dice, once then twice and wear your soft skin It's the end of the beginning, Kryptik's here for that k**ing k**in' off hope, humanity, innosence and every single religion Kids are missin, there ain't enough milk cartons for reminicin' Blowin' kisses, sayin' goodbye to the end of existence (Chorus) X2 I'm comin' to getcha Your time is up I'm comin' to getcha Little kids are f**ed I'm comin' to getcha I'll make you bleed slow I'm comin to getcha Come with me six feet below (Verse 3) Somethin' wicked this way comes from the graveyard every black sunday Gatherin' my congregation where the corpses lay Don't say what I do, just do as I say Heads and necks spray, when I slay, hit those knees and pray Call my sh** cliche, not many can kick the sick sh** like Kryptik Few walk the path, b**hes can't begin to grimace We sick wid it, you can't stop gettin' a CutThroat I'll stuff a note with the quote "buy my CD" is what I wrote Let 'em float down river, watch the undead spread and get bigger Promo my CD, that'll blow minds like a hair trigger Get a ditch digger, 'cause i'm out for everybodies blood Komatose here to stab you like dirty needles penetratin' Courtney Love (Chorus) X2 I'm comin' to getcha Your time is up I'm comin' to getcha Little kids are f**ed I'm comin' to getcha I'll make you bleed slow I'm comin to getcha Come with me six feet below