conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called The Sauce with the following description: “The Sauce” is one of four diss tracks released on Shady Times: Invasion, Pt. 1, in the feud between Eminem and Benzino. The song was premiered November 21 by DJ Kay Slay, and is a response to Benzino’s “Pull Your Skirt Up”, that was released one and a half month earlier.
  The title “The Sauce” is a mocking wordplay on the name of The Source, a magazine which Benzino was co-owner of at the time. Em’s main focus on the track is to make public Benzino’s unethical actions at the magazine, and how he, and his group, benefited from it. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  It's all bad now, man
  It's all bad
  But y'all done fucked up now!
  Yeah!
  Haha!
  New shit!
  Ayo
  I just want
  The whole world to know
  That I did not start this
  But I will finish it
  [Verse]
  Comin' up, it never mattered what color you was
  If you could spit, then you could spit
  That's it, that's what it was
  Back when motherfuckers was straight backpackin'
  Cipherin', fightin' for life in this rap
  For the mic to get passed, and you psyched and you gassed
  Then you hype, ‘cause you last
  And you might whoop some ass; if you lost, then you lost
  Shake hands like a man and you swallowed it
  When the Unsigned Hype column in
  The Source
   was like our only source of light
  When the mics used to mean somethin', a four was like
  You were the shit, now it's like the least you get
  Three and a half now just means you're a piece of shit
  Four and a half or five means you're Biggie, Jigga, Nas
  Or Benzino
  —
  shit, I don't even think you realize
  You're playin' with motherfuckers' lives
  I done watched Dre get fucked on 
  The Chronic
  Probably ‘cause I was on it
  Now you fucked me out of my mics twice, I let it slide
  I said I wouldn't hold my fuckin' breath to get a five
  Shit, I was right, I'da fuckin' died already tryin'
  I swear to God, I never lie, I bet it's why
  You let that bitch give me that bullshit review
  I sat and took it, I ain't look at the shit, we knew
  You'd probably try and fuck us with Obie and 50 too
  (*Spit*) Fuck a relationship! We through!
  No more Source to street cred, them days is dead
  Ray's got AK's to Dave Mays's head
  Every issue there's an eight-page Made Men spread
  Will somebody please tell whoever braids his head
  That I am not afraid of this fuckin' waste of lead
  On my pencil, for me to write some shit this simple
  So, listen closely, as I break it down and proceed
  This old G's 'bout to get smoked like rolled weed
  You don't know me or my motherfuckin' mother
  You motherfuckin' punk!
  Put me on your fuckin' cover just to sell your little sell-out mag
  I ain't mad, I feel bad, here's an ad
  Here's a poster of Ray-Ray and his dad
  You wanna talk about some shit
  That you don't know about, yeah?
  Let's talk about how you're puttin' your own son out there
  To try to eat off him because you missed your boat
  You're never gonna blow, bitch, you're just too old
  No wonder you're sore now, lordy, you're bored now
  I'm pushin' 30, you're kickin' 40's door down
  Bitch, this is war now, and you'll never beat me
  All you do is cheat me out of Quotables
  But you know that you'll always see me on your TV
  ‘Cause you've got to stay up 'til three in the mornin'
  To see your video played once on BET
  So, hee-hee, hee, who has the last laugh? Aftermath, yeah
  So, on behalf of our whole staff, kiss our asshole cracks
  We'll never fold or hold back
  Just know that Benzino's wack; no matter how many times I say his name, he'll never blow, jack
  You're better off tryin' to bring RSO back
  Look at your track record, that's how far it goes back
  It's extortion, and Ray owns a portion
  So, half of the staff up there is fresh out of jail from Boston
  Bullyin' and bossin' Dave like a slave
  They completely brainwashed him, and forced him to stay
  Locked in his own office
  Afraid of the softest, fakest, wannabe gangsta in New York
  And it's pitiful, ‘cause I would have never said shit if you'd
  Have kept your mouth shut, bitch, now what?
  Hit it, Clue! Spit it, Slay! New shit, Exclusive
  Yo, Lantern, yo, Whoo Kid
  You know what to do with this
  Use it, I'm through, this is stupid
  I can't believe I stooped to this bullshit to do this
  And who you callin' a bitch, bitch?!
  ,
  You owe me!