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modus operandi - aj jordan the crescendo lyrics

verse 1:

the name is aj, and i’m making freaky sounds
let me take you through a day and how i frigging break it down, yo
another morning when i’m sleeping til like…noon
raising from the covers, wondering what i’m bout to do, whoa
then a perfect occassion rose out the blue
while i was tying up my shoes i heard the phone ringing off the loose, hah
don’t recognize the number guess i gotta answer, who?
when i was thinking it was friends, but wasn’t sure what i should do, naw
and then a voice at the other end of the line
said to meet me on the corner at the quarter of the time, now
better grab my jacket as i’m running out the door
hop inside the brand new whip and push the pedal to the floor, whoa!

they staring at me, when i pull up to the curb
best to mind your f*ckin business, leave no witness thats my word, ah
catch me climbing out the chrysler pinky popping rolling somethin
i’m the type of gentleman you’ll never see again, nah

well, economically i’m the richest underdog to bank
better ask your freaky mother whos inside your room when i’m alone
n0bodys home just you and i and maybe lie awake
now everytime you hear a bump in the night was that me or the sink
i could be creeping ’round the corner, lurking in the shadows
waiting for you to make your way inside the room and there i tackle
laugh and cackle as i slaughter you complain
this wasn’t supposed to happen, throats will get to slashin
don’t forget the napkins, oh my lord, here we go again, here we go again

verse 2:

another day, ain’t no friggin time to waste
grab my sneakers on the way, cause i’m probably freakin late, fack
that ugly b*tch that i had inside my trunk
must be stinkin like a skunk cause she been in there for a month, ewah
strap on my gloves as i fiddle with the keys, no there ain’t no stopping me
i’m the k!ller on the scene what
i mean i’m not, dusty miller in her crotch
hope we fill up at the shop, what a thrilling lovely pop, ow
stick her fingers round to grip it hard and make her squirm
ain’t no feeling like a villian on a murder k!lling splurge, yah
can someone tell me where to find a place to dump her body
off an awful opportunity to often run now
no chance to wash a brand new pair of cleaner clothes
guess i’ll head out of the door and put the pedal to floor, out

verse 3:

somehow they’re gaining on a psycho neurotic
crazy motherf*cker never had a way to make it normal, honest
living underneath the bridge and picking garbage regardless
you meet your bottom then i’m sure you’re feeling pretty rotten
obvious the problem isn’t harmless, i’m just stating facts
the news been putting bullsh*t into people’s heads to make them slaughter cats
i can’t explain about the way that i am
i guess the media been feeding into ya to keep me jammed up
i’ll never clam up, i could give a d*mn, what
catch me at the bar drunk, lead me out in handcuffs, f*ck
they out to get me but them awful cops is shifty
caught me on the charge of mischief, probably tied to superstition
assault and battery cite a witness, who described him as suspicious
a vile guy by definition
the fbi’s most wanted hit list
escaped the ride and hopped the fence
now on the run, while dodgin ditches
so good luck with that ya officicers
yo thats enough bullsh*t adventures, switch it

- aj jordan the crescendo lyrics

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