‌modus operandi

[Chorus]
I'm so sick of this shit
Mood bad, who's that bitch?
Turn her down like the fucking pitch
I look inside in your eyes and I feel nothing but the volume clipping
Switch my location, you make my fingers itch
I'm so sick of this shit
Mood bad, who's that bitch?
Turn her down like the fucking pitch
I look inside in your eyes and I feel nothing but the volume clipping
Switch my location, you make my fingers itch

[Verse]
Check that narrow minded-
Ugh, I don't really feel like talking about it
Overcrowded my state of mind, surrounded by wasted time
Hands bound 'bout as often as you faggots want to die
Check my modus operandi, I am sicker than you can be
Fuck your presence, somebody call me a motherfucking taxi
Bеfore I attack the lumps of human flesh that fancy
To upload thеir shitty mp3s onto SoundCloud as music

[Chorus]
I'm so sick of this shit
Mood bad, who's that bitch?
Turn her down like the fucking pitch
I look inside in your eyes and I feel nothing but the volume clipping
Switch my location, you make my fingers itch
I'm so sick of this shit
Mood bad, who's that bitch?
Turn her down like the fucking pitch
I look inside in your eyes and I feel nothing but the volume clipping
Switch my location, you make my fingers itch