From the recording Cut / Clap (Cover)
Cut/Clap (Remastered) - Cover
The new April 6th, 2025 mix of Cut / Clap. The original streaming services version of Cut / Clap was taken down and I replaced it with this remaster.
audio visualizer of old mix:
youtu.be/mvf96qbU1Kg
Produced and Performed by:
Izzy Izix
Music and Lyrics by:
Will Wood
Released by:
Acetoxizix
Original Release date:
24 May 2023
Rerelease date:
18 September 2023
First Remix/Remaster Official release date:
21 December 2023
Second Remaster Release date:
6 April 2025
Explicit
Lyrics
Slackjaw bitch with a jigsaw at her throat
A nice attempt at the bourgeois, tell ‘em
Some born sick with a rich doll’s attitude
A trite contempt as if you know, tell ‘em
Panic sex and a static wreck
I’m sticking out my neck, I got gallow talent
Tragic sense of entitlement with a dead-end cul-de-sac of shallow merit
Who’s got your back with a knife? I might
Who’s the one who wrecked your life this time?
Well I’m willing to try
I might snap in a minute and
I might snap your neck and end it early
I might cut my wrists and I might clap my hands
I might snap in a minute and
I might snap your neck and end it early
I might cut my wrists and I might clap my hands
Hacksaw swings at a big-shot animal
A white contempt for the truths I tell ‘em
I might wink at a nudge and will it well, and wonder who the lie was meant for. Tell ‘em!
Spike this drink with anthrax enema, politeness wins over honest terror
Slice at link for an impact maximum!
Buy your bread from an honest seller
Fighting to win over punching bags
Garbage cans who watch their waste-lines can’t
Go nowhere fast
I might snap in a minute and
I might snap your neck and end it early
I might cut my wrists and I might clap my hands
I might snap in a minute and
I might snap your neck and end it early
I might cut my wrists and I might clap my hands
Blacktop wings: That’s a concrete answer to your weightlessness Icarus says tell ‘em
That one thinks is an unsweet treat
I think you’re hopeless
But we disagree I tell ‘em
Shattered specs while you hit the deck
You better protect where your eyeballs well up
Blue blood, black bile, lips to lick
I’m bringing down heaven just to bring your hell up
Kites that fly more in the frozen rain: Might they find holes in their broken wings
While worship sings/war ships sinks
I might snap in a minute and
I might snap your neck and end it early
I might cut my wrists and I might clap my hands
I might snap in a minute and
I might snap your neck and end it early
I might cut my wrists and I might clap my hands