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conversations.value: Write me a song called Stuntin with the following description: Stuntin' is a freestyle from Wayne’s third installment of the Dedication series. He samples this song from David Banner and he invites Drizzy to spit alongside him as they stunt lyrically with their metaphors and liquid sequitur. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Intro: Drake]
  (Dramatic, nigga!)
  Well, alright, here I go
  [Verse 1: Drake]
  I'm a rapper-turned-singer, and you can tell that he smoke
  But I don't need my vocal cords, 
  all I hit is C-notes
  N.E.R.D. flow, I spaz if I'm pre-voked
  I'm about to change the fucking game, pass the remote
  Money is everything, and it's every other thing
  I'm part of the choir, that's the motto that my brother sing
  Cash is the right now, women are postgame
  MoneyOverBitches dot com, check the domain
  It's coming too soon, album on the way
  People ask me if I pray, I say, "Yeah, once in a blue moon"
  Oops, I mean a red moon, I did it again, Tune
  Let me leave a space in for your Blood affiliation, I state
  Heavy metaphors, flow so overweight
  I could rap around these other young'un's like a cobra snake
  Frostbite Drizzy, nigga, nobody as cold as Drake
  Keep your ass in-line, don't be tryna roller skate
  Fuck all the discrete shit, I get on some deep shit
  I am 21, tell me, who do I compete with?
  I'm on my elite shit, you could tell I'm real
  'Cause I'm gettin' hood love and I ain't even talkin' street shit
  Young Angel, Young Lion, I'm done tryin'
  I'm just doin'
  , who's drinkin'? 'Cause I'm buyin'
  It's on me, everything is on me
  And my girl is still down like she's fuckin' Jon B
  And when I go dumb, I tend to do dumb shit
  I just listened back and now I'm sounding like a trumpet
  This for all the strippers 'cause I know that they gone bump it
  Tell 'em, "Back it up and dump it, back it, back it up and dump it"
  Ain't no pistols here, your money will disappear
  My accountant will feed his family off my fiscal year
  Tax brackets and back-and-forth faxes
  My money coming full circle, get up on my axis
  Nebby, I'ma kill 'em, only 'cause I promised
  They think I'm bein' cocky, but I'm only bein' honest
  I'm swallowin' the Goose, got a model gettin' loose
  And I never party 'less I got some bottles in the booth
  I just walk up on the scene, I'm about to take this
  I'm just havin' patience, 'cause I want it to make sense
  White cup, orange pop, Tennessee State shit
  Drop a four in it and appreciate the greatness, Drizzy [Interlude: DJ Drama]
  (
  Gangsta!
  ) I just want y'all to remember
  That this is the first mixtape you bumped
  While you had a Black president
  [Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
  Yeah, p-p-pass the dro
  I am such a beast and you can ask them hoes
  And they might even say you should leave me alone
  And homie's scared, 'Cause his bitch like me
  Stuntin' is a habit, get it from my daddy
  Just like Shaggy, I tote that boom-bastic
  I'm a rude bastard, I don't give a fuck 'bout y'all
  I ain't talkin' marbles, you can pluck my balls
  And yes, I'm fallin', but up, I fall
  And if your bitch in heat, she could fuck my dog
  I went from penny pinchin' to private planes
  Never sat on any benches, I got in games
  Starter, Carter, ball harder
  Ten girls, penthouse suite, y'all order
  Whatever y'all please: wine, crackers, and cheese
  They take off their clothes and put on my tees
  The supplement I've taken got me feelin' mighty
  My gun and money don't split, call that shit Siamese
  Yes, my watch make the frickin' time freeze
  Your girl bless me, she suck my dick and I sneeze
  Cheap-ass apartment, just the kitchen I need
  And 18 G's is why the chicken crossed the street
  Whatcha know 'bout it? My niggas so about it
  If you kill everybody, they can't go to court about it
  Weezy, I ignore the liars, baby, I ignite the fire
  I am like a Michael Myers, leave your body in the dryer
  Got the shotty on the side of me, my bad boys follow me
  I'm a bad boy, obviously, pop one at your Ivy League
  I don't have a rivalry, if so, you'll have a cah-sualty
  Oops, I meant "a casualty," oops, I meant catastrophe"
  Oops, I meant, actually, you niggas is just ass to me
  And big, wet pussy is more like what I'm rather-ing
  Welcome to the gathering, welcome to the burying
  Or I hang you on the wall like a art gallery
  You got short salary, and I got long money
  I got Cash Money, I got Young Money, bitch (
  Gangsta!
  ) [Outro: DJ Drama & 
  Lil Wayne
  ]
  See, I told y'all it'd be well worth the wait, right?
  Dedication 3!
  Chris, fuck with me!
  C'mon, it's Mr. Thanksgiving you're talking about
  Thing's for sure