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