Webby goin' hard, you can tell when I drop a line
It's like I've had my lyrics genetically modified
Sap givin' me beats is like feedin'
A Mogwai after 12 o'clock on the dot
Cause I rap like I'm 'bout to stuff you and your squad into sarcophagi
Oh my God am I, blackin' out again like
I'm hangin' out with that Cosby guy?
Killin' rappers as easy as swattin' flies
With that old school vibe it's just like I've been fossilized
Murder shit, like they legalized the purge when I'm rappin'
They chokin' like they havin' some kind of allergic reaction
See 'em nervously scratchin' on they epidermis
And that's when I know I leave a crime scene
Get the surgical napkins, hackin', slashin'
, Cuttin', leavin' your muh'fuckin'
Head sufferin' from about 20 different concussions
Every time I try to get my life together then the fans be like
"Man what a crazy Webby, yo I like him better"
So at last I'll give the people what they've asked for
Just get my weed, whiskey, see them pills there? Grab four
Get my razor blade, a rolled up 20 in my glass fort
And meet me at the back door to tell 'em that I'm back whore
I'm back, fuckers, huh, let's go
I can never be what you want me to be
Can never visualize what you want me to see
All I'll ever know is how to do me
A true MC, yeah I'm the master of the ceremony
Yeah I'm the master of the ceremony
Yeah I'm the master of the ceremony
Yeah Web talk that shit
Talk that shit, we don't laugh on these fuckers
A new rap song with Miley Cyrus, sorry I don't buy it
This is hip-hop, but now we all fuckin' surrounded by this
Rap poppin' these bottles and twerkin' it right on my dick
So fuckin' numb as a culture we're like "I kinda like it"
That ain't the shit you bump by yourself, get inspired by it
The shit that makes you start up a movement, incite a riot
And give a voice to the people who need to be blindly guided
And seek somebody to follow, so I'll be their iron giant
To help 'em forget their problems at least for a fuckin' moment
When they throw them beats on and I speak to 'em and console 'em
Got fans? Just know that like Caesar you could control 'em
Now what would y'all do with a legion of fuckin' Romans?
Us as entertainers, the ones with a chance to rhyme
Gotta give these people somethin' authentic to stand behind
These rappers say they care, but it's only at camera time
Then they go right back to rappin' 'bout strippers and dammit I'm
Fuckin' sick of all this stackin'
Money, spendin' money, throwin' money
Shit it's a recession, most these listeners are owin' money
Cash money, Young Money, his money, her money
But chances are they ain't never talkin' 'bout your money
Fuck money, nah mean? This real hip-hop shit right here, yeah
I can never be what you want me to be
Can never visualize what you want me to see
All I'll ever know is how to do me
A true MC, yeah I'm the master of the ceremony
Yeah I'm the master of the ceremony
Yeah I'm the master of the ceremony
Yeah I'm the master of the ceremony
