This is a song about "Tech n9ne"

(slow) i want my pay check on saturdays tech yea yea check

That whatever it creates it will land in the head

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

You had a new clear heart. guess i was hiroshima

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

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

Finished mean done, and done mean dead

Cause he disrespected a tech

Tech to the head of it's kid, held for ransom

I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun

Just maybe this verbal tech, words'll affect this nervous wreck!

Hit it then i quit it ‘fore she even made the bed

Why? cause i really didn’t wanna get my shit wet

(slow) i want my pay check on saturdays tech yea yea check