Arms Of Justice, Davis Alexander - Keep Your Distance (Audio) (Explicit)
Channel: BADMOVE x Arms Of Justice
Date: 2023-10-07

- MY MAIN CHANNEL: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC9vrGnx2QZmEx10Ac4uZFpQ

[Official audio of "Keep Your Distance" by Arms Of Justice and Davis Alexander feat. Duncan, Matthew, and Guy Jony.]
[LIKE. SUBSCRIBE. CLICK THE BELL TO TURN NOTIFICATIONS ON.]
Genre(s): Trap; Horrorcore; text-to-speech rap
- SOUNDCLOUD: https://soundcloud.com/badmove-x-arms-of-justice/
- REDDIT: https://www.reddit.com/user/armsofjustice/
- NEWGROUNDS: https://armsofjustice.newgrounds.com/

Track 6 on the upcoming collaborative album by me TTS voice Davis Alexander entitled 'I Was Born In Darkness'.
The song condemns social privilege and references the insufferable individuals of COVID-19 who are self-righteous,  stupid, and arrogant and think they're above rules and social standards.

Made via LMMS, MixPad Multitrack Recording Free,  https://ttsmp3.com/,  https://azure.microsoft.com/en-gb/products/cognitive-services/text-to-speech/#overview

[I: Davis Alexander and *Uberduck AI Hank Hill*]
Too much impotence. Too much arrogance. Too much social privilege. Misanthropy is my sanctuary. Mothertruckers is my area finna get rocked. I was born in darkness, and behold, I saw the light!
*Oh crap, it's BADMOVE!*

[H: Matthew]
Outside (outside)
Too many people (idiots)
Dark out (shadows)
Too many evil (treachery)
Losers (they is)
Never improving (never improving)
Posers (so fake)
Bodies keep moving (bodies keep moving)
Out there (out there)
Some o' them heartless (charlatans)
Nightfall (dangerous)
Some o' them partless (travesty)
No head (stupid)
They be all grooving (they be all grooving)
All dead (corpses)
Bodies keep moving (whoa)

[PH: Guy Jony and _Matthew_]
Get out my face _(Get out my face)_ 
Get out my space _(Get out my space)_ 
Get knocked out ya place _(Get knocked out ya place)_ 
Get hit wit the mace _(Boyatch)_
Get out my face _(Get out my face)_ 
Get out my space _(Get out my space)_ 
Get up ya pace 'cos you is a slowpoke n one big disgrace

[V1: Davis Alexander and _Matthew_]
Mothertruckers frontin' _(frontin')_
All them mothertruckers always wanna start suttin _(facts)_
Eatin' that mutton _(goat)_
Like I is a king but I finna press the button _(do it)_
Darkness awaits _(lurkin')_
You be scared crapless when you see ya fates _(done)_
No more debates _(ended)_
Me n my niggas be uppin' the rates _(numbers)_
I be sussin' y'all out
I know whatcha all 'bout
Y'all be filled wit mad doubt
Summa y'all just want clout
You the type who got gout
Stinkin' like a moist trout
Nuttin' but a big lout
Wenches makin' me shout
I will smother _(paste)_
Any wanker on crap tell 'em "Suck your mother" _(whoa)_
I like "Oh brother" _(oh brother)_
If I bust down one, I'mma do it to another _(uh huh)_
I'm in the light
Right in my element winnin' the fight _(win, win, win)_
And yo ass is tight
It all comes to show that you ain't really bright _(jackass)_
Copy me? You's a clone
I fly on yo ass like a drone
You dropped that ice cream off ya cone
Fell on yo ass 'cos you're easy to pwne
Boyatch, how the hell you finna face my team alone?
You be scared 'til you paleface needin' Coppertone
I can hit you widda rock or I'll hit ya widda stone
Mothertrucker, get the frick out my personal zone
_(My personal zone)_

[H: Matthew] + [PH: Guy Jony and _Matthew_]

[V2: Duncan and _Matthew_]
Frick out my area _(frick out my face)_
Frick out my area _(frick out my space)_
Ho, is I speakin' Chinese? _(huh?)_
Frick out my area _(checkmate, checkmate)_
Frick out my area _(frick is you doin'?)_
Ay, frick out my area _(frick is you sayin'?)_
I will not tell you again _(nope)_
Bites like a Terrier _(jack it up, jack it up)_
Frick out my area _(frick all you hoes)_
Said frick out my area _(frick all you dicks)_
Guess I'mma say it once more _(yup)_
You know I'm scarier _(wiggity wiggity)_
Frick out my area _(frick that crap)_
Yo, frick out my area _(frick you )_
You think I'm trustin' yo ass? _(crazy)_
You got malaria _(You got malaria)_
I'm gettin' aces
You know I'm that type o' nigga whose puttin' them hoes in they places
I need my spaces
COVID be takin' a toll on humanity in all our cases
Ho, you need braces
Just like the rest o' them wenches who ugly, like, look at they faces
Wench, I win races
And if you're wonderin' why you keep losin' it's untied shoelaces
Shootin' my dices
No, I don't gamble, 'cos if I began it be one o' my vices
Evil devices
All o' you cruel mothertruckers be up to then pay heavy prices
I'll come wit slices
Usin' the sharpest of weapons; I'm bringin' it hot wit the spices
These sacrifices
I make 'em everyday even whence puttin' you hoes on them ices
_(Put you on ice)_

[H: Matthew] + [PH: Guy Jony and _Matthew_]

[O: Davis Alexander]
I didn't choose the movement; the movement chose me! Recognise the shadows, you stupid blue-pilled wankers!

#ArmsOfJustice #iwasbornindarkness #keepyourdistance #coronavirus 
YOU CAN FREELY USE, REUPLOAD, AND REACT TO MY MUSIC.
© 2023. Arms Of Justice / Black Dove Collective.

You dislike you ass