clipping. - Face Lyrics






Tree hugging the wall-ass bitches fuck with a baller
Hard as a wrecking ball, crush your walls and fuck up your karma
Honor roll on your daughter, leave a puddle of water
That's hot as your son's man, tell him not to step on the daughter's
Melodica minus the mellows, dick with a A suck it
No K but this shit's busting, no spray on a bitch cousin
Don't play when an itch coming, just pray for the kiss of cunnilingus
And the gun barrel he ain't gonna be missed there, just tell him to

Fuck shit up bitch break your
Face (dick in your) face (dick in your) face (dick in your) face (dick in your)
Fuck shit up bitch break your
Face (clit in your) face (clit in your) face (clit in your) face (clit in your)
Fuck shit up bitch break your
Face (gun in your) face (gun in your) face (gun in your) face (gun in your)

You remember that shit?
Aye, aye
Is he paying attention?

In a minute the walls will be bleeding, no trigger
The wash of the rest of the semen
They missed
But step off before you get red on your dress
Head from the best
Let it digress
Degrade, debase, the shade, the race
The ride, the crime that's paid for face
And time is funny, ain't it with a gun
Can paint it the color, but reverends have run
This town, this fucking club
Foot on the neckbone, in the gut
Tired of the 'trone, the heem, the belly, the lean
The Louie, the crown, the sound the scene
The cut, trying to cut
Lay in the cut, blood from the cut
Look at me they cuttin' the neck and exposing the guts
So get in there shit, let them bitch if you ready to

Fuck shit up bitch break your
Face (dick in your) face (dick in your) face (dick in your) face (dick in your)
Fuck shit up bitch break your
Face (clit in your) face (clit in your) face (clit in your) face (clit in your)
Fuck shit up bitch break your
Face (gun in your) face (gun in your) face (gun in your) face (gun in your)

I don't even know what the fuck he was talking about...
Hey you... hey you see that shit when he did that?

Fire all over the ceiling, in the fucking building
The plaster is peeling
They willing to let a give, live a shit
Feelings could have a way out
Break shit
Killers ain't dripping off burning
They burn for the burners to have a reason
To come out to the corner
To find a lesson or to learn em' a thing
Or three hundred and twenty one son of a gun
Of a runner of Uzi that's weighing a ton
Or toner a tuner or lunatic
Moving these units like glue, how they do it
And sticking that, clicking that
Click and they clack
'Cause that's sound of a MAC in the trunk full of hooligans
Into the back of the Acura, accurate
Adequate at it again they'll come back for this winning
They left you uncertain, you ready to...

Fuck shit up bitch break your
Face (dick in your) face (dick in your) face (dick in your) face (dick in your)
Fuck shit up bitch break your
Face (clit in your) face (clit in your) face (clit in your) face (clit in your)
Fuck shit up bitch break your
Face (gun in your) face (gun in your) face (gun in your) face (gun in your)





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  1. J.... D....

    Him and JPEGMafia should work together

    J.... D....

    they already did tho

  2. A.... H....

    1:22 tho

    A.... H....

    What about 0:43?

  3. B.... D....

    HOly shit

  4. S.... K....

    METAL COVER NEEDED!!

  5. C.... W....

    DICCINYADICCINYADICCINYADICCINYA

  6. D.... E....

    Tree hugging the wall-ass bitches fuck with a baller
    Hard as a wrecking ball, crush your walls and fuck up your karma
    Honor roll on your daughter, leave a puddle of water
    That's hot as your son's man, tell him not to step on the daughter's
    Melodica minus the mellows, dick with a A suck it
    No K but this shit's busting, no spray on a bitch cousin
    Don't play when an itch coming, just pray for the kiss of cunnilingus
    And the gun barrel he ain't gonna be missed there, just tell him to

    [Hook]
    Fuck shit up bitch break your
    Face (dick in your) face (dick in your) face (dick in your) face (dick in your)
    Fuck shit up bitch break your
    Face (clit in your) face (clit in your) face (clit in your) face (clit in your)
    Fuck shit up bitch break your
    Face (gun in your) face (gun in your) face (gun in your) face (gun in your)

    You remember that shit?
    Aye, aye
    Is he paying attention?

    [Verse 2]
    In a minute the walls will be bleeding, no trigger
    The wash of the rest of the semen
    They missed
    But step off before you get red on your dress
    Head from the best
    Let it digress
    Degrade, debase, the shade, the race
    The ride, the crime that's paid for face
    And time is funny, ain't it with a gun
    Can paint it the color, but reverends have run
    This town, this fucking club
    Foot on the neckbone, in the gut
    Tired of the 'trone, the heem, the belly, the lean
    The Louie, the crown, the sound the scene
    The cut, trying to cut
    Lay in the cut, blood from the cut
    Look at me they cuttin' the neck and exposing the guts
    So get in there shit, let them bitch if you ready to
    Fuck shit up bitch break your
    Face (dick in your) face (dick in your) face (dick in your) face (dick in your)
    Fuck shit up bitch break your
    Face (clit in your) face (clit in your) face (clit in your) face (clit in your)
    Fuck shit up bitch break your
    Face (gun in your) face (gun in your) face (gun in your) face (gun in your)

    I don't even know what the fuck he was talking about...
    Hey you... hey you see that shit when he did that?

    [Verse 3]
    Fire all over the ceiling, in the fucking building
    The plaster is peeling
    They willing to let a give, live a shit
    Feelings could have a way out
    Break shit
    Killers ain't dripping off burning
    They burn for the burners to have a reason
    To come out to the corner
    To find a lesson or to learn em' a thing
    Or three hundred and twenty one son of a gun
    Of a runner of Uzi that's weighing a ton
    Or toner a tuner or lunatic
    Moving these units like glue, how they do it
    And sticking that, clicking that
    Click and they clack
    Cos that's sound of a mac in the trunk full of hooligans
    Into the back of the Acura, accurate
    Adequate at it again they'll come back for this winning
    They left you uncertain, you ready to...

  7. S.... B....

    how many words were said and how many of them can the average person understand them

    S.... B....

    I understood about 5.0001 words

  8. t.... ....

    I'm the 20th like

  9. W.... R....

    damn, face is finally on an official release.

  10. o.... j....

    Amazing

  11. H.... E....

    the last verse and chorus are *yes*

  12. g.... ....

    Neeeds more views

  13. S.... ....

    I hope you released the Acapella version with the intention of having people remix it

    https://soundcloud.com/debauch1/clipping-face-debauch-remix

  14. M.... ....

    69th like ;))
    But seriously this is so well put together!! 💕

  15. s.... ....

    *OHSHIIIIIT*

  16. E.... P....

    Damn son

  17. T.... A....

    how does this not have more views?

    T.... A....

    Cos people have ligma

  18. C.... M....

    Getting some wriggle vibes from this and this might have the fastest daveed raps yet!!! fuck yeah man

    C.... M....

    This came out before Wriggle. This was originally recorded in 2013. They have a live performance of this sing all over before the Wriggle EP. 🤙❤

  19. M.... A....

    GUN IN YA GUN IN YA GUN IN YA

  20. D.... D....

    Glad they got this put together. I hope clippings still making bew music tho.

    D.... D....

    Donovan Dec perfection takes time.

    D.... D....

    New album dropping in October

    D.... D....

    D. Estevez what an album it is

  21. e.... ....

    I love the feedback screeching and distorted kick. 909?