Roger That by The Ruler of Men Lyrics

I rapped on this beat once back before I had my swag
Now I supply half the swag of cats who deal with packs and bags
I'm Raymond Andrew Joubert, faggot, I can pack a bag
With your body after I rape and kill you on tracks-in drag
Space Cowboy, no joker, I crack Steve Miller's skull
If he has the balls to claim that he's iller, y'all
Your parents met me, they said "I think she's a terrorist"
I still can't talk right, but keep King's Speech arrogance
Smoking swishers size of guns, blow stink, breathing errorless
And never choke on mics, I eat them things speaking gibberish
As a baby I spoke English better than Brick Squad
When you were a baby, your pacifier was a thick cock
Shit I say is outta pocket, I just don't know how to stop it
Like I got Tourette's, with no regrets, but that's just how I talk shit
Pardon me if I doubt your gossip
But I been blowing lyrics down your sockets since NWA came Straight Outta Compton
Hey, mister, roger this
Cause PBS just called and they don't know where Mr. Rogers is
Get out your neighborhood of make-believe, you missed a lotta shit
While I was busy scrambling your brains and shit-lobotomist