10.31 You Better Run

The Polynesian Collective


2:56
#1

 Watch: New Singing Lesson Videos Can Make Anyone A Great Singer

I be pushin' weights, of that dank 
Hoe what'd you thank, that's double stank
Dem boys get a whiff, it be another day
4 pounds of pressure for the spray
Washed in the blood of my enemies
Extendo clip, be like 10 of me
How many souls did I just set free
Modern art masterpiece of the forensic scene
All black from the timbs to the ski mask
Come incorrect, these soles you'll see last
'Fore your eyes roll back like they lookin' in the past
Doctor PT on the scene pickling the brass
Murder been on my mind since teething
Or call the boys, make you forget the life you left
Hear nothing but heavy breathing 
Be prepared to meet your end

10.31 you better run, run, run
10.31 it's red rum, rum, rum
10.31 you better run, run, run
10.31 red rum, murder

All Hallows eve so let me spark that tree
It's The Doctor bringing you something that's really spooky
It's freaky as well how can you tell did you hear the bell
Calling you from the deepest, darkest, evil parts of hell
Just like a bloody murder scene caused by crazy ass Chucky
If you make it out alive then consider yourself lucky
'Cause whether you  sleep or try to run I'll eventually get you
Have you begging fo' yo' life right before I end you
Oh no red rum! Is what you'll hear them scream 
While I watch the blood of victims drip down to my feet
My blade of lyrics will catch your soul and put yo' ass to sleep
Creep, creep here I am the fucking king of Halloween

10.31 you better run, run, run
10.31 it's red rum, rum, rum
10.31 you better run, run, run
10.31 red rum, murder

You thought I was done, hell nah son I'm back and loaded
I'll give you ass to the count of 3 while I get my Glock reloaded
Gotta love this time of year because of all the lovelies
Get into those sexy, fly outfits and you bet yo' ass that they slutty
They looking so fine like a glass of wine got me so swollen down south
Just lay that ass back baby and slowly open your mouth
A little off topic what can I say I slayed some ass in LA
Knock knock, you wanna come out and play
I guess I'll save for it another day while I go back on this spree 
Just killing, murdering, slaying all these fucking freaks in the sheets
I told you it was freaky ain't nothing sneaky everything I told you was real
When that 10.31 comes through just know it's a closed deal

10.31 you better run, run, run
10.31 it's red rum, rum, rum
10.31 you better run, run, run
10.31 red rum, murder

TPC

 Watch: New Singing Lesson Videos Can Make Anyone A Great Singer

Written by: Allan Garcia, Jr., Obed Quintero, Jr.

Lyrics © DistroKid

Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind

Discuss the 10.31 You Better Run Lyrics with the community:

0 Comments

    Citation

    Use the citation below to add these lyrics to your bibliography:

    Style:MLAChicagoAPA

    "10.31 You Better Run Lyrics." Lyrics.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2024. Web. 28 Apr. 2024. <https://www.lyrics.com/lyric-lf/5328340/The+Polynesian+Collective/10.31+You+Better+Run>.

    Missing lyrics by The Polynesian Collective?

    Know any other songs by The Polynesian Collective? Don't keep it to yourself!

    Browse Lyrics.com

    Quiz

    Are you a music master?

    »
    Which girl group had hits including Pure Shores and Never Ever?
    A Indigo Girls
    B Dixie Chicks
    C All Saints
    D Pussycat Dolls

    Free, no signup required:

    Add to Chrome

    Get instant explanation for any lyrics that hits you anywhere on the web!

    Free, no signup required:

    Add to Firefox

    Get instant explanation for any acronym or abbreviation that hits you anywhere on the web!

    The Polynesian Collective tracks

    On Radio Right Now

    Loading...

    Powered by OnRad.io


    Think you know music? Test your MusicIQ here!