I’m comin’ to Getcha

(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 fucked
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 killas 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 fucked
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 bitch 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 killing
Killin' 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 fucked
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 shit cliche, not many can kick the sick shit like Kryptik
Few walk the path, bitches 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 fucked
I'm comin' to getcha
I'll make you bleed slow
I'm comin to getcha
Come with me six feet below