Genocide (Eminem Only) lyrics

1:52 to 3:20

[Verse]
Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga like JAY-Z
Jig is up, you f*ckers who didn't write anything
Are getting washed, liga-liga-liga, like bathing
Young Hova, I know hitters like Yankees
Gun toters that pull triggers like crazy
Unloading, leave ya shot up in your Rover
Your body goes limp and slumps over
Like A-Rod in a month lull, but he just homered
Hol' up, I said "Rover" because now your Rover is red
Like Red Rover, so ya know what I meant
But I roll over my opponents instead
Making dog sounds 'cause I gotta keep breaking these bars down
I'll go slow for the speds
But when I go (Roof) like the Doberman said
I still think the (Roof) would go over your head (Haha)
Beast mode, motherf*ckers 'bout da get hit
Wit' so many foul lines, you'll think I'm a free throw
Figured it was about time for people da eat crow
You about da get out-rhymed, how could I be dethroned?
I stay on my toes like the repo, a behemoth in sheep's clothes
From the East Coast to the West, I'm the ethos and I'm the GOAT
Who the best, I don't gotta say a f*cking thing, though
'Cause MCs know
But cha don't wanna hear me spit the facts
Your sh*t is ass like a tailbone
Or you're trapped in your cell phone
Or my chicken scratch, or my self-loathe
I don't wanna f*cking listen to you spit cha raps someone else wrote
Used to get beat up by the big kids
Used to let the big kids steal my big wheel
And I wouldn't do sh*t but just sit still
Now money's not a big deal
I'm rich, I wipe my ass wit' six mil'
Big bills like a platypus
A caterpillar's coming da get the cannabis
I'm looking for the smoke, but chu motherf*ckers are scattering
Battering everything, and I've had it with the inadequate
Man, I can see my di*k is standing stiff as a mannequin
And I'm bringing the bandana back, and the f*cking headband again
A handkerchief, and I'm thinking of bringing the f*cking fingerless gloves back
And not giving a singular f*ck, like, "f*ck rap"
I sound like a f*cking millionaire
With a Derringer with a hair trigger
'Bout da bear hug a f*cking terrier, the Ric Flair dripper
Y'all couldn't hold a candle at a prayer vigil
When I vent, they compare me to a f*cking air duct
I'm 'bout da bare-knuckle it, nah, f*ck it
I'm gonna go upside their head with a Nantucket
Abraca-f*cking-dabra
The track is the blood, I'm attracted, I'm attacking it
What? Dracula, f*ck that sh*t
I'm up, back with a thud
Man, stop