[Intro – spoken over clean, tense guitar] Sunny day… rockets launch… finger on my chest… “Let them run the check,” I said. You smiled… and the war began. [Verse 1] Backyard sun, rockets on the pad, you rolled up with that JPL dream Finger in my chest, “Family’s on the line, boy, spill your dirt to me" Master's Degree nearly under your belt means nothing to me, let's see you apply it So it benefits the family, then I'll be impressed One night in county for a Mista meaner warrant I was not aware of, that’s the whole damn sheet You foolishly screamed ----“D-U-I! -----Felon! ----Liar!” while the real 2 strikers got family seats I said, “I got nothing to hide,” you just laughed like the devil in disguise Planted seeds of hate that day… watched ‘em grow into your perfect lies [Pre-Chorus] You crowned yourself the Master of Puppets, Master of Ceremonies pulled every string in the dark While I stood there open-handed… you were loading up the spark fact is you are the Master mind of real felonies your crimes make mine look petty. [Chorus] Master of Ceremonies! Director of the knife! Stole my grow room in the night, ripped my roots out with delight Broke the family name in two, notebook pages soaked in you Blue Drop Underground – my blood in your veins What did you expect?! What did you expect?! When the Master comes to claim! [Verse 2] [double time wicked] Whistling spy first, then the tour with Jen, “Look at this setup, he’s a genius, Man! The next day, there was a forced entry—plants gone, cabinet smashed, and my sign thrown in the trash. During the next attack, you assembled a whole crew disguised as an intervention, telling me I had no choice and that I had to do what you wanted, or you'd kick me out of the family. I said, 'Fuck You Hypocrites,' and told the girls how I felt. Then you used my defense against me and wasted no time running to tell others that I ratted them out—far from help. But you were just getting started. In the next attack, you recruited H, my brother-in-law, the accomplice, with a fake job called “blessing,” who helped clear the house for the heist—stolen tapes like Mexico nights, hockey days, my private bait in the night. The camera back was broken, water damage evident, and my little sister was used like a pawn. You kept my memories hostage, trying to erase my past, wiping my memories clean, and destroying my three-thousand-dollar desktop computer while you laughed behind my back. [guitar solo highlight] [Chorus] Master of Ceremonies! Conductor of the pain! Fifteen years you held my tape, played it like a twisted game Jalisco Mexico trap, setup same room surveillance, hot water cut, freeloader shame burning family care behind my back Met my queen, her green eyes, roses on the table, birthday king – she called my name [female voice whispers in Spanish] Armando, hoy tú eres mi Rey, lo que usted me diga lo hacemos. [Verse 3] Then you knocked on her door… told her all your lies, everything What did you expect?! What did you expect?! The Master always wins… or so you think! [Bridge – half-time, spoken-screamed] Taxi waiting… bags packed… You saw my tears [distinct male voice] “What’s wrong with you?” [back to normal voice] I told you what some unknown member of the family did… You looked me dead in the eyes and said… [distinct male voice] “Well… what did you expect?” [back to normal voice] (Then you drove away…) back to your protective box [Breakdown – heavy as hell, guitars chugging] Now you parade the new wife and the baby like a shield “Look how cute! Look how pure!” while I’m exiled from the field Family dinners, mom invited, “He’s changed, just let it heal” Cute baby shield for the monster… tell me how that’s real?! [Final Chorus – bigger, anthemic, gang vocals on the last lines] Master of Ceremonies – your curtain call is done! I’m taking back every stolen song, every lyric you won Rewriting every line the way I meant them from the start Your Blue Drop lies are drowning… while my truth tears you apart! What did you expect?! WHAT DID YOU EXPECT?! The victim rose up singing… And the Master… is wrecked! [Outro – clean guitar fades into distortion] Finger on my chest… now it’s pointed back at you Master of Ceremonies… Your show is through. Your show… is through. You called me a criminal unworthy of a family or a wife took that upon yourself to enforce Truth is, your crimes make my record look like child's play you are guilty of multiple felonies burglary, theft, vandalism, endangerment, stalking or patterned harassment. false accusations with child endangerment premeditated harassment for 20 years deliberate sabotage to my reputation ongoing harassment with new weapons your wife and child. You Doctor Moc are the real family scum bag with an Engineers disguise the truly EVIL one in the flesh.
