A bitch told me to get off my high horse
But I'm just fighting the gravitational force
I send her a telegraph asking for the divorce
Dots and dashes in Morse code
Telling this stupid my ego needs to be reinforced

Don't beat a dead horse
Don't put the cart before the horse
For me Victory is just a matter of course
Yeah bitch! For me victory is just a matter of course

Flex, trance, when I spit the shit bitches come to dance

I like to spit shit and play
Pimp my lyrics with delay
My words are your worst fucking nightmare
So you better pray
I'm here to stay
Wild horses couldn't drag me away

Mayday Mayday! My brain emits gamma ray
I'm so fucking hardcore
So you better stay away
I can be your next bloody Valentine's Day bitch!

Flex, trance, when I spit the shit bitches come to dance
Flex, trance, when I spit my shit bitches come to dance