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 your lawfully wedded husband

In sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer

For better or for worse, till 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, till 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 fame

I give you this ring, 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 dame 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 M.O

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 triggers

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

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 a bitch know he 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 Donnie, what you sing?

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

Yo, this ring

Quincy J. told me superstars are good providers

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

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

Makes ends

Add more to the time they spend

They spend

While he make ends, everything else breaking

And the bond at the house may end

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, this ring

Tech N9ne, Tech N9ne

This ring, this ring

Tech N9ne, Tech N9ne

This ring, ring, ring, ring

Tech- Tech- Tech- Tech-

Ring

Tech N9ne