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Eminem - Genocide Eminem Only Lyrics

1:52 to 3:20

[Verse]
Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga like JAY-Z
Jig is up, you fuckers 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, motherfuckers '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 fucking thing, though
'Cause MCs know
But cha don't wanna hear me spit the facts
Your shit 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 fucking 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 shit 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 motherfuckers are scattering
Battering everything, and I've had it with the inadequate
Man, I can see my dick is standing stiff as a mannequin
And I'm bringing the bandana back, and the fucking headband again
A handkerchief, and I'm thinking of bringing the fucking fingerless gloves back
And not giving a singular fuck, like, "Fuck rap"
I sound like a fucking millionaire
With a Derringer with a hair trigger
'Bout da bear hug a fucking terrier, the Ric Flair dripper
Y'all couldn't hold a candle at a prayer vigil
When I vent, they compare me to a fucking air duct
I'm 'bout da bare-knuckle it, nah, fuck it
I'm gonna go upside their head with a Nantucket
Abraca-fucking-dabra
The track is the blood, I'm attracted, I'm attacking it
What? Dracula, fuck that shit
I'm up, back with a thud
Man, stop