conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Skin to Bone (Nick Catchdubs Remix) with the following description: A remix of skin to bone featuring Ryu from Styles of Beyond and Cody B. Ware
   Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Cody B. Ware]
  This is that post apoc, post Pac
  Punks on the block
  Supposed to be close
  But I swear right now
  They close to be not
  Put the gold in the pot
  Put em on, bring em on
  Nigga hope that they drop
  But I bomb on them all
  On with their the bongs
  They be hopin' I pop
  You open the knot
  You openly admittin' you not
  You openly be spittin' shit you don't be givin' a lot
  You all be givers givin' these women the rings and the style
  I'm Michael Tyson, Bison, relivin' the villainous plot
  My vision of rock, my vision is caught
  Killer cobra, 
  N'est-ce pas
  Feel us a who, feel'a real is enough
  I'm callin' your bluff
  I'll slaughter all your borders you trust
  They won't be carryin' your orders automatically dust
  I'm automatically rush, plus grammatically tough
  Trust the elephant tusk, trunk, and go for the top
  Punk, who want it?
  I'm guaranteed to get it and flaunt it
  I'm playin' Buckley as my intro and I exit on ballin' [Mike Shinoda]
  Skin to bone / steel to rust
  Ash to ashes / dust to dust
  Will tomorrow have it's way
  With the promises we made
  Skin to bone / steel to rust…
  [Ryu]
  You can't stop it, all you can do it watch it while it's happenin'
  Like a tragic accident, rappers go and get your coffin
  Skin to bone, the high raw biff of this rap shit
  My legacy set in stone, fo' sho' no asterisk
  Concept immaculate, start to finish
  I'm Lil Wayne's dentist, looking at platinum plaques I'm gettin'
  It's not an accident you flew off the roof
  You said you was fly, so I just wanna see if it's true
  I got the juice like GQ, but I wish it was Grey Goose
  Let it mix with my prescriptions and I turn into Keith Moon
  A T two, Terminator, Demigod, Jesus
  Fort Minor: We Major, let's take it to phase two
  The mission isn't finished yet, I been on the internet
  Hearin' fans talk and maybe we should consider it
  [Chester Bennington & 
  Shinoda
  ]
  Ah
  Skin to bone and steel to rust
  Ah . . 
  Yeah
  Skin to bone and steel to rust [Shinoda]
  I'm on some taxidermy rap shit, talk about some raw game
  You're nothing but a trophy mounted on my door frame
  I spit that propane, light you with a slow flame
  And watch you burn until there's nothin' but a gold chain
  Yeah you'll be some crispy critters
  You'll wish you with us
  You'll wish what we did, you did it
  You can't, you kiddin? I don't have a shoe you fit in
  You're as soft as a motherfuckin' newborn kitten
  I'm an animal, tearing flesh into bone
  Randomly rippin' everything gone
  Unless they forget what then let it be known
  I'll bury every competitor, every predator
  Anyone ever forget it, you'll regret it forever
  Never been nothing short of a legend, you peasants will learn
  I'll stay standin' in the front like I'm forgetting my turn
  For these matchstick rappers, this is meeting adjourned
  I ain't even gotta match them, I'm just letting them burn!