10.31 You Better Run
The Polynesian Collective
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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
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Written by: Allan Garcia, Jr., Obed Quintero, Jr.
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