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conversations.value: Write me a song called 8 Mile: The Lunch Truck Battle with the following description: A rap battle from the movie 8 Mile. This is a key moment in the film because it marks one of the turning points in B-Rabbits development as he starts regaining some of his confidence as a battle rapper.
  The two other characters B-Rabbit is battling, is Mike played by Xzibit and Vanessa played by Miz Korona.
  
  
   Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Verse 1: VANESSA (Miz-Korona)]
  Man, I'm gettin' so sick and tired of fuckin' with this steel
  They only give us thirty minutes to eat lunch and chill
  My body achin' just to get a buck
  I’m sick of eatin' this shit off this fuckin' lunch truck
  Nasty-ass food, I'm in a nasty-ass mood
  I should've called in sick, shit, I had somethin' to do
  [Verse 2: MIKE (Xzibit)]
  I can't believe that I'm hearing all this ravin' and rantin'
  From Vanessa up in here at the New Detroit Stampin'
  You need to get your food and take your ass back to work
  You're dreamin' if you think them corny-ass raps'll work
  Look at y'all standin' out here, freezin' like dumb fucks
  Rappin' away for food off this raggedy lunch truck
  Who want what? Who pumped up to get rolled up?
  I spit venom in every direction, soak some up
  Look at this fat-ass nigga, sloppy sucker
  You a ugly ma'fucker, 
  your pop shoulda wore a rubber
  Stop rhymin', keep your day job, Vanessa
  Next time, leave that bullshit home on the dresser
  Speaking of dresses, take a look at Paul the fruitcake
  When you travel, you pro'bly pack panties in your suitcase
  Made out of lace from Victoria’s Secret
  If ten men came in a cup, you’d pro'bly drink it [Verse 3: JIMMY (Eminem)]
  Okay, folks, enough with the gay jokes
  Especially from a gay broke bitch yourself, eh, loc
  This guy's doo-doo
  You worked here longer than me, and I get paid more than you do
  Dawg, take a seat
  What's this guy standin' in line for? He ain’t got money to eat!
  Check this out, yo, yo
  This guy cashed his whole check and bought one Ho Ho
  Fuckin' homo! Little maggot
  You can’t hack it; 
  Paul's gay, you're a faggot
  Least he admits it, don’t even risk it
  This guy's starvin' to death, someone get him a biscuit!
  I don’t know what they told you, Mike
  You must have them cornrows rolled too tight
  This job, you wanna quit, but you can't
  You've worked at this plant so long, you're a plant
  Look at your goddamn boots!
  For Christ sakes, they're startin' to grow roots!
  On this mic, you get faded
  You look like a pissed-off rapper who never made it
  And why you fuckin' with the gay guy, G?
  When really you're the one who's got the HIV
  Man, I'm done with this clown, he's soft
  Fuck it, I'll let homegirl finish you off [Verse 4: VANESSA (Miz-Korona)]
  Guy like you'd never get a real woman
  You jackass, go jack off; that's the only way you cummin'
  [?]
  [?] you hangin' from the tree
  Better than me? Come on, quit playin' [?]
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