Dead Two Point Zero
Be afraid, be very afraid
When I start to call spade a spade
Be very afraid, be afraid
Excessive amount to be paid
I'm meek but I carry a stick
Battles I fight, the best I pick
Thought my silence would do the trick
Box before "fight" I have to tick
Loathing me is your daily bread
I'll let it pass, that I once said
The words about me that you spread
Spell curse, you're now deader than dead
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