This is a song about "Tech ed"

Being puppeteer-ed putting aside my common sense

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

Crossover give ed to d, so that i'll leave ill sucker limping

But i can't cause my eyes are red, now he's dead

We're sicker than a student who's piling in special ed,

Yelawolf, 50, and don't forget tech nina,

And if the cops come, i just hit amnesia

Nigga there is a difference between bitches and real women

I got no nine and a tech see, just these rhymes that i've written

Can't tell me nothin bout this tech, this traction

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Vaccines can't protect cha from the rap dean's infectious tech burst

But it's my life or your life, and i'mma bomb first