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conversations.value: Write me a song called Freestyle (Track 28) with the following description: D12 spits some verses over the beat from Mobb Deep’s “Got It Twisted”, produced by The Alchemist, sampling “Blinded Me with Science” by Thomas Dolby. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Verse 1: Kuniva]
  Yo, it's Kuniva, I'll cuss hoes out like a drunk sailor
  And cock the hammer back like Tim "The Tool Man" Taylor
  You best be on your best behavior before I slay ya
  And watch the video of your life with your Lord Savior
  I can go in off your mom, they get along when they see the gun
  And Dirty Dozen cross my arm and it ain't a secret, get scared
  And be nervous ‘cause I'ma be in jail in a cell with C-Murder
  Shady is a general, a soldier form I showed it to him
  He saved my life, I owe it too him, so compare it to anybody
  I serve you on a platter, your words dont even matter
  You all you leavin' badder
  I'm a hazard without bowl and loop doop
  I shoot through people at super markets
  While they ringin' up your fruit loops
  You challengers get pushed off banisters
  I'm unavoidable like anvals, droppin' on toon characters
  [Verse 2: Swifty]
  I'm the freak slasher, chop bodies up in meat packer
  I reach back for the necks, choppin' your feet faster
  Than Steven King, I repeatedly beat bastards
  The pops for result of havin' a meet in maggots
  When I see faggots, put three in they fleece jackets
  You bleed rapid, poppin' all in your lead actors
  Speed and acids when I mourn, didn't even ask for it
  Technique's hazardous, you needin' Jesus of Nazereth
  To see what's happenin', means havin' your teeth chatterin'
  Speak battlin', heat splatter your peeps abdomin
  Sweet fashion, I reload and I keep blastin'
  I breathe action, if you dont believe ask him [Verse 3: Kon Artis]
  I'm sick of bitches, man, I done heard enough shit
  Talk a lot of mouth like they wanna do it
  Then they pull down they pants and then I shoot fluid
  Then they start runnin', screamin' like they God called them
  And I called them back and then pulled a crackin' in
  Stick my dick up in and make them rap again
  They wanna rap for me and tell me that they love me
  Kon Artis, you're my daddy and I dont wanna be your hubby
  I can't be your hub, baby, I ain't gettin married
  I'm stand fuckin' bitches, it really very scary
  My lil cousin named Terry told me that I fucked him too long
  And then I gotta get a Jerry curl to make 'em all keep drippin'
  You niggas know I never really be trippin', my beats bang
  Make ears bleed through Walkman's
  That's why people ignore you like you ain't even talkin'
  You chit chatter and get splattered by a disease beat addict
  That spit spontanious like a Prayin Mantis, I cut you off
  Pickin' that gang green, your man seen how I get ignorant
  By losin' my spleen, the truth of the seen as soon as my team
  Get on, we rule cities like 'Zila through Hong Kong
  You wanna knew, you wanna know
  You gotta ask my man Proof how the fuck the flow goes
  [Verse 4: Proof]
  Pull it back, pull it back, pull it back, pull it back
  We ain't wentin' no where, we sippin' Champagne
  Shady Records, ain't nobody better than us
  Shady Records, no chedder than us
  Shady Records, ain't nobody better than us
  Shady Records,
   I got your ears goin'
  Like it's sparkles in my rhymes
  Hotter than a felon in a carload full of 9's
  Got the sparkles out to shine, get your back up
  And get your dollars out your spines
  Because the head is ill, I'm in love with Natasha Betinville
  Yo, faster than a Porsche
  Make you disappear like advertisement in 
  The Source
  So do it, baby, I want the sugar, baby
  My sift from the rabies
  Yo, Proof, D12, is on the hiatus, on a scale from 1-10
  I'm an 8, wait, you don't know how 8 is, 8 is Jigga
  That's me, 9 is Slim, 10 is Slim,
   now I finally give you
  The time I give you to Bom Artis has got promise
  And me and Proof and Swift and the Kon Artis
  And it ain't over, boy, who you beef with, trust me
  I'll tell you Puffy and you can lose big ‘cause it's that
  Face it, I'm a brick face, you get it laced with a switch blade
  Yo, I stab you with a mixtape
  Tell your girl, ask her how my dick taste
  I told you once before that I'm a brick face
  I'm a big and I shine, plus I spit mace
  Make all the bad boys that's missin' listen up
  Yo, next on this transition, and you know how it is
  And you know when it's gravy
  Next up, 
  chigga-chigga Slim Shady [Verse 5: Eminem]
  I done figured this rap shit out
  I map shit out strategically
  Timing is everything and that seems to be the key
  To my success, it's worked for me repeatedly
  Let 'em diss you first, and respond immediately
  In order to master the art of war, don't start a war
  Shit, not no more, we done scared 'em off, there are no more
  Victims to sic, I'm fixin' to pick some and start shit
  Ain't got no pictures to rip and shit to throw darts at
  Ain't got no more targets,
   
  shit, Irv and Jeff
  We done beat 'em to death,
   Benzino in debt
  There seems to just be no one left to bully, Bush is pussy
  Why the fuck you think his name's Bush? Puss is bushy
  Ain't shit goin' on, shit, I been gettin' so bored lately
  I'm thinkin of doin' some shit
  To get you to go and hate me again
  To tell the truth, I liked the shit better then
  Shit, I could spit better, I'm 'bout to kick this sick shit again
  Look, the game just ain't the same, it's changin'
  Shit, Dre's quittin', Jay's quittin'
  Now it's just wangstas just sayin' the same shit
  It's fake and it's ancient
  It's makin' me so bored, I'ma just make a new language
  Fubba you cubba kubba, yubba yub yubba yooba
  Yooba can subbabick my dubbibbabick through a tooba
  Summaladoomalama
  I'm not a human, I'm a suicider supersonic suicidal unabomber
  You think I'm the new Osama
  Press thinks I'm the new Madonna
  Jeffery Dahmer left me with his legacy to carry on
  A lot of talk and rumors honest
  "Who's the hottest?" – to be honest
  Hip-hop ain't been the same since 2Pac moved to Cuba on us [Outro: Proof]
  Ayo, Shady Records, ain't nobody better than us
  Shady Records, ain't gettin' more cheddar than us
  Shady Records, ain't nobody better than us
  Shady Records, muh'fucka, more cheddar than us