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conversations.value: Write me a song called 8 Mile: 313 Cypher (Chin Tiki Girls) with the following description: 
  Taken from Eminem’s acting debut “8 Mile”. The character B-Rabbit spits a freestyle with his crew in a parking lot.
  On the semi-official Don’t Call Me Marshall CD, B-Rabbit’s verse is listed as “Parking Lot Flows.” Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Verse 1: Obie Trice (Parking Lot Rapper #2)]
  I use my voice to spit the fiery frame
  Try and refrain, dying in vain
  Soon as I'm replyin' your name
  I be the nigga in the Shelter who be eyein' your chain
  [Verse 2: Njeri Earth (Parking Lot Rapper #3)]
  Yo, yo
  313 area, bound to bury ya with vengeance
  My rhymes sentences'll put an end to your existence with
  The rigorousness, niggas, I'm serious, delirious, cause
  A curious—pause the fury calls from my jaws
  From devourin' y'all raw
  [Interlude: Mekhi Phifer (as Future)]
  Woo, okay, okay. 313rd, we in the house. [?] you know what I mean, [?] finest. Yo DJ Iz, lemme get that beat, baby. Gimme that beat. Come on, come on. Uh, uh, uh, uh
  [Verse 3: Mekhi Phifer (as Future)]
  You forced to listen to the individual, the metaphysical
  The Mac Mitten, rhyme ritual, heterosexual
  Syllables they sound complex to you, lines perplexin' you
  With words that could put a hex on you, snap that neck on you
  Murder you, boil you, we keep a white boy or two
  Let my man grab the mic, you see how Bunny Rabbit do
  [Interlude: Mekhi Phifer (as Future) & 
  Eminem (as B-Rabbit)
  ]
  Come on, man. Come on, man
  Kick that shit, baby, come on
  Come on, man
  Uh, uh, watch that nigga kick this shit, uh
  Uh
  Alright, speed it up a little bit, Iz
  Come on, baby
  Alright, look
  Yo, yo [Verse 4: Eminem (as B-Rabbit)]
  Your style is generic, mine's authentic-made
  I roll like a renegade, you need clinic aid
  My technique's bizarre and ill; I scar and kill
  You were a star until I served you like a bar and grill
  As I proceed to cook and grill ya, that's all it took to kill ya
  You better recognize me like I look familiar
  You wanna battle? You beat around the bush
  Like you're scared to lick pussy, so you eat around the tush
  I need a clown to push, someone that I can bully
  Wait a minute, I don’t think you understand fully
  See me without a style's like mustard without the Heinz
  I lead the new school, you're a Busta without the rhymes
  I crush the shit out your line
  [Verse 5: Omar Benson Miller (as Sol George)]
  Now I'm the Rashiki, smokin' the lick-licky
  Ten freaky girls inside The Chin Tiki
  Girl, when you see me, you better believe me
  This ain't a game and pimpin' ain't easy
  Anything goes when it comes to hoes
  I'm the kingpin when it comes to flows
  You better ask someone if you don't know
  When you see me, girl, say "What up, though?
  Ten freaky girls
  Ten, ten, ten freaky girls