Coming To Getcha Lyrics

[Intro: Rietti]
I don't really care, you better get out my way
They stripped my soul to shreds, I'll rip em up like a paper mache

[Verse 1: Rietti]
He's returned from his hiatus guess who's back in his labcoat
Rietti stitched in and etched up on the back walls
The kitchen where he kicks back and lyrically cracks foes
Rietti 3.0, I ain't milking it lactose
Already mixing a rap dose of cobra venom for assholes
Like that sucker who thought he'd bury me in a social media rat-post
Or half wits who hurl spit on my ‘Twisted' track, those
Morons will get my dish of revenge - damn cold!
Some have been snakes, wondering where I've been?
What, you think I developed a habit to heroine?
I've been in my lair catching migraines from you headaches
Complaining that I'm riddles with Eminem's rap aesthetics
Woah! So discouraging, ain't ya you pricks?
Even I'd urge a Jihadist to do what makes him tick…
Plus I'm getting sick of this ‘white kids don't rap' thing again
So I've whipped up a vial of my own virulent medicine
In hopes that I can pick myself up out of this rut my head is in
By launching bloody wraps at this rap veterans regiment
This diss-track is dedicated to gits, my resurgence
I'm out the operating room twits!

[Chorus: Adam Jesse]
I'm coming to getcha now!
(So you better-)
Run, until ya gas runs out
(When you hear the-)
Drums, my guns'll zap ya down
I'm gonna getcha now, I'm gonna getcha now

I'm coming to getcha now!
(So you better-)
Run, until ya gas runs out
(When you hear the-)
Drums, my guns'll zap ya down
I'm gonna getcha now, I'm gonna getcha now [Verse 2: Rietti]
The dream-makers on strike, its your nightmare
Slur antisemitic remarks, we'll be right there
Any crim that's hated my crew gets liquidated
Two shoes will be shaking til your teeth hit the pavement
Like “Ooh this guys bezerk” Bite the curb!
Grammar Nazis get spelled out just like a word
Avada Kadavra, this is my rebirth
By standers jaws drop, hear a “YIKES” reverb
I ain't slightly disturbed, nor am I quite perturbed
Your heart's cold? I'll put you under icy earth
You'd doodoo's hot, but not because you've got degrees
But manure is flammable so imma' light ya turds
And freckles keep critiquing, you're in denial you're ugly
Paparazzi won't flash' a pic until you snap off those buckteeth
It's a miracle Nissim ever got in the game
Matisyahu's way up there, will you live upto his name?
MC's rise up, it's a lyrical street fight, I want beef
I throw a meat pie in the face of a sweet guy
Oh crumbs, don't offend him, ooh its the grim reaper
Lick the morsels off my feet feed your family you cheater
Keep threatening, get Larry, you're fake as a toothfairy
Coz the way you're winging' it I'll fly you in the cemetary
I despise girls or guys who wear multiple faces
Just say it to my iris or join a cult full of racists

[Chorus: Adam Jesse]
I'm coming to getcha now!
Run, until ya gas runs out
Drums, my guns'll zap ya down
I'm gonna getcha now, I'm gonna getcha now

I'm coming to getcha now!
Run, until ya gas runs out
Drums, my guns'll zap ya down
I'm gonna getcha now, I'm gonna getcha now

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