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conversations.value: Write me a song called Rhyme or Reason with the following description: Eminem just goes off on a lyrical hate spew against everything especially, his dad. He “switches the script” from earlier albums; instead of writing a diss track against his mother, as he did in 2002, on Marshall Mathers LP 2 he apologizes to his mother and writes a diss track against his father.
  Like this Black Hippy song  and this skit by Logic, it contains samples from this classic rock song – The Zombies 1969 classic Time of the Season. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Sample + 
  Eminem
  ]
  Yeah, yeah
  Yeah, yeah yeah
  ("What's your name?") 
  Marshall
  ("Who's your daddy?") 
  I don't have one
  [Verse 1]
  My mother reproduced like the komodo dragon
  And had me on the back of a motorcycle, 
  then crashed in
  The side of loco-motive with rap, I'm
  Loco,
   it's like handing a psycho a loaded handgun
  Michelangelo with a paint gun in a tantrum
  'Bout to explode all over the canvas
  Back with the Yoda of rap, "In a spasm
  Your music usually has 'em
  But waned for the game your enthusiasm it hasn't
  Follow you must, Rick Rubin my little Padawan."
  A Jedi in training, colossal brain and
  Thoughts are entertainin'
  But docile and impossible to explain and, I'm also vain and
  Probably find a way to complain about a Picasso painting
  Puke Skywalker,
   
  but sound like Chewbacca when I talk
  Full of such blind rage I need a seein' eye dog
  Can't even find the page I was writing this rhyme on
  Oh, it's on the ram-page
  Couldn't see what I wrote, I write small
  It says, "Ever since I drove a '79 Lincoln with whitewalls
  Had a fire in my heart
  And a dire desire to aspire
   
  to Die Hard."
  So as long as I'm on the clock, punching this time card
  Hip-hop ain't dying on my watch [Chorus]
  Now sometimes when I'm sleepin'
  She comes to me in my dreams
  Is she taken? Is she mine?
  Don't got time, don't care, don't have two shits to give
  Let me take you by the hand to promised land
  And threaten everyone
  'Cause there's no rhyme or no reason for nothing
  [Post-Chorus: Sample + 
  Eminem
  ]
  ("Now, what's your name?") 
  Marshall
  ("Who's your daddy?") 
  I don’t know him, but I wonder—
  ("Is he rich like me?") 
  Ha
  ("Has he taken any time to show you what you need to live?")
  [Verse 2]
  No, if he had
  He wouldn't have ended up in these rhymes on my pad
  I wouldn't be so mad, my attitude wouldn't be so bad
  Yeah, Dad, I'm the epitome and the prime
  Example of what happens when the power of the rhyme
  Falls into the wrong hands and
  Makes you want to get up and start dancin'
  Even if it is Charles Manson
  Who just happens to be rappin', 
  blue lights flashin'
  Laughin' all the way to the bank, lampin' in my K-Mart mansion
  I’m in the style department
  With a pile in my cart, rippin' the aisle apart but
  With great power comes
  Absolutely no responsibility
   
  for content
  Completely despondent and condescending
  The king of nonsense and controversy
   is on a
  Beat-killing spree, Your Honor
  I must plead guilty, 'cause I sparked a revolution
  Rebel without a cause
   who caused the evolution
  Of rap, to take it to the next level, boost it
  But several rebuked it, and whoever produced it
  ("Hip-hop is the Devil's music")
  Does that mean it belongs to me?
  'Cause I just happen to be a white honky devil with two horns
  That don't honk but every time I speak you hear a beep
  But lyrically I never hear a peep, not even a whisper
  Rappers better stay clear of me, bitch, 'cause it's the— [Chorus]
  It's the time of the season
  When hate runs high
  And this time, I won't give it to you easy
  When I take back what's mine
  With pleasured hands
  And torture everyone, that is my plan
  My job here isn't done
  'Cause there's no rhyme or no reason for nothing
  [Post-Chorus: Sample + 
  Eminem
  ]
  ("What's your name?") 
  Shady
  ("Who's your daddy?") 
  I don’t give a fuck, but I wonder
  ("Is he rich like me?") 
  Doubt it, ha
  ("Has he taken any time to show you what you need to live?")
  [Verse 3]
  So, yeah, Dad—let's walk
  Let's have us a father-and-son talk
  But I bet we wouldn't probably get one block
  Without me knocking your block off,
   this is all your fault
  Maybe that's why I'm so bananas I a-ppealed to all those walks
  Of life, whoever had strife
  Maybe that's what dad and son talks are like
  'Cause I related to the struggles of young America
  When their fucking parents were unaware of their troubles
  Now they're rippin' out their fuckin' hair again, it's hysterical
  I chuckle as everybody bloodies their bare knuckles
  Yeah, uh-oh, better beware, knuckle heads!
  The sign of my hustle says:
  "Don't knock”, the door's broken, it won't lock
  It might just fly open, get cold-cocked
  You critics come to pay me a visit?
  Misery loves company, please stay a minute!
  Kryptonite to a hypocrite
  Zip your lip if you dish it but can't take it
  Too busy gettin' stoned in your glass house
  To kick rocks,
   then you wonder why I lash out
  Mr. Mathers as advertised on the flyers, so spread the word
  'Cause I'm promoting my passion 'til I'm passed out
  Completely brain-dead: Rain Man
  Doing a Bankhead in a restraint chair
  So, bitch, shoot me a look, it better be a blank stare
  Or get shanked in the pancreas
  I'm angrier than all eight other reindeer
  Put together with Chief Keef 'cause I hate every fuckin' thang, yeah
  Even this rhyme, bitch
  And quit tryin' look for a fuckin' reason for it that ain't there
  But I still am a "Criminal!"
  Ten-year-old degenerate grabbin' on my genitals!
  The last 
  Mathers LP
   done went diamond
  This time I'm predicting that this one will go emerald! (Hehe)
  When will the madness end?
  How can it when there's no method to the pad and pen?
  The only message that I have to send
  Is: "Dad, I'm back at it again!" [Outro]
  Bitch… (Who's your daddy?)