Da da da da da da da

Da da da da da da

Da da da da, come on

Do you take this man to be you lawfully wedded husband

In sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer

For better or for worse, 'til death do you part? I do

Do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife

In sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer

For better or for worse, 'til death do you part? I do

From the words of a patriot

I often fear that the sins in my past

Will come back to haunt me

But the consequences are more than I can bare

I feel that shit, this piece right here

Is about what comes with fame

And the struggle to keep family within a family

I give you, this ring

(This ring)

Got me a top notch straight hot fox

We sought rocks and the ewok slot was caught

Got dropped two playing hopscotch on the block

Ought not twat plot yo' for hops knot I brought dots

(This ring)

Help me remain sane, no damn games

Came from bane to a changed mane

No cane thang refrain from gang bang

Slang a praying brain reigns family fame, then came pain

(Say hello to Tech N9ne!)

Everybody wanna be down with a ****

Women get a whiff of the money

Thinking of taking it from me

They get up in the club, giving the love

Throwing the pussy full of liquor and bud

Booty hopping around up in the mo

Get to looking around

Every ho wanna lick a **** low

Infatuated with **** with dough

Get 'em in the sack and try to make 'em let it go (Tech N9ne)

Be autographing bitches in front of rapping ****

Who think of having figures they get to grabbing triggas

They can't imagine villains when they come back and get us

We get to whacking ****

I ain't never wanted no parts of this

I don't never want to break another heart for this

Why the devil gotta make it, why the Lord

Wanna make something that'll kill something so marvelous

(This ring)

Brings demeaning demons in (G-strings)

Songs we sing make 'em fiend semen and (Green things)

Clinging, dreaming, thinking of being (Mrs. thing)

With this ring

But if I wasn't Tech N9ne

Bitches wouldn't even wanna be with Tech N9ne

If I did no music then would you respect mine

This wedding band and music

Draws a line between life and Tech N9ne

(This ring)

Was supposed to protect a ****, best for ****

Who couldn't stop having sex with bitches

Bless the missus, who stress to kiss us

Even though we spend our checks with strippers

Obsessed with clitorises (This ring)

Made a **** feel macho

Cry for, lie for, die for, my ho

**** I go face diablo with a hostile gospel

If I can't have tres or cuatro, little vatos

I'ma let a lot flow what they sell, up in osco, up a nostril

(That sound like Tech N9ne)

**** where the weed where the

Muthafukin' blow and the hoes? (Yes, yes!)

Next to me is ecstasy asking me if I wanna roll (Yes, yes!)

Bitches never gave a fuck about a fling, makes it exciting

When a married **** wanna fuck around

And bitch know he's down for the fling (Yes, yes!)

I've been tested and a lot of times been invested

Didn't know this Tech's shit

Would constantly get a **** molested

Been approached by some of the best tricks

In the game and they came strong but I hanged on

To this ring and I hope my son don't sing the same song

Da da da da da da da

Da da da da da da

Da da da da

Hey little guy, what you saying?

(This ring)

Brings demeaning demons in (G-strings)

Songs we sing make 'em fiend semen and (Green things)

Clinging, dreaming, thinking of being (Mrs. thing)

With this ring

But if I wasn't Tech N9ne

Bitches wouldn't even wanna be with Tech N9ne

If I did no music then would you respect mine

This wedding band and music

Draws a line between life and Tech N9ne

Quincy J. told me, superstars are good providers

But two times out of ten when we're on tour family's not beside us

What can a **** do when he makes ends

Add more to the time they spend

While he make ends, everything else breaking

And the bond at the house may end

And your wifey steady yellin' 'bout quality time

And you think, with all the fame and fortune shit oughta be fine

But what happens when the divorce papers just gotta be signed

And you lose half and your children 'cause you gotta be N9ne

I wanna relax with them and spend time to the maximum

But if silence is golden, then me making noise is platinum

I gotta be Tech and daddy and hubby

But music, women mixed with family's ug-aly

I know and you know that hella be

Hot for a ****'s infidelity, but until then (What)

God, forgive me for any promises that I broke

Family, can I be forgiven for all the liquor and weed that I smoke?

When I succeed, will I cope

Will I still breathe without both

This ring (Tech N9ne)

I don't know but when I go I'm leaving out dope

(This ring)

Brings demeaning demons in (G-strings)

Songs we sing make 'em fiend semen and (Green things)

Clinging, dreaming, thinking of being (Mrs. thing)

With this ring

But if I wasn't Tech N9ne

Bitches wouldn't even wanna be with Tech N9ne

If I did no music then would you respect mine

This wedding band and music

Draws a line between life and Tech N9ne

Tech N9ne, this ring

Tech N9ne, this ring

Tech N9ne, this ring

Tech N9ne, this ring

Tech N9ne, this ring

Tech N9ne Tech N9ne Tech N9ne

This ring

Tech N9ne