conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Everybody’s Looking at Me with the following description: On “Everybody’s Looking at Me,” Detroit rappers Eminem and Proof team up on an energetic freestyle. The two artists rap about a variety of issues, including their interactions with the pressing media and their relationship with their Shady records label.
  The track stems from a freestyle with Funk Flex, which he debuted in January 2012.
  This song was also used in the background of ‘The Kiss (Skit)’. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Verse 1: Eminem]
  Lights, action, cameras flashin'
  Managers, sponsors, concerts, monster mashin'
  Flashin'
  Type who might throw his underwear in the trash like Marilyn Manson
  Updated Axle Rose
  White version of Shaft, pimp slappin' hoes
  Pull up like a Mac, jet black limo
  Stretch so far back, can't see the back windows
  Steppin' out, pink hats, furs and minks
  Chick on each arm, what the **** you think?
  Right arm got that kid from *NSYNC's chick on it
  Left arm got that little P!nk chick on it
  Me and Dre at the VMA's again
  Pissin' off all these lesbians and gays again
  [Verse 2: Proof]
  A'ight, dawg (
  Haha
  ), you want war? [?]
  You beatin' us—not a chance
  Let me show you what the clip does
  'Cause D12 is harder than virgins inside strip clubs
  Yo, we bust thugs
  You beatin' us is like twenty inch DUB's on Love Bugs:
  It won't happen, [?] satisfaction
  [?] Funk Flux got you backspin
  Actin' like you harder than life
  Ayo, yo, we smarter [?]
  Peace to Obie Trice, rock a mic, it's only right
  Ob' Trice [?] around the globe twice
  How it feel with DeShaun chosen words
  Peace to Mark Labelle, Flex and Paul Rosenburg
  Yo, Em-Diddy save me
  Ayo, I think my dad's gone crazy [Verse 3: Eminem]
  My head hits the pillow, a weepin' willow
  I can't sleep, a pain so deep, it bellows
  But these cellos help just to keep me mellow
  Hands on my head, touch knees to elbows
  I'm hunched over, emotion just flows over
  These cold shoulders are both frozen, you don't know me
  I keep sayin' it, I can't stress it enough
  So keep playin' it, and stand next to the subs
  I choke mics like asphyxiation
  When I'm stranglin' my own throat masturbatin'
  Shit yeah, I'm a basket case
  And I mastered this rap s*** 'til my ass gets wasted
  'Til my assassination
  'Til I'm slain 'cause of some **** infatuation
  .44 mag's a fascination
  A taste for disaster, and if that's the case, then—
  [Verse 4: Proof]
  A'ight, dawg, you involved with a hog
  That'll spit a bar like a brick of raw
  Get you off like porn tricks, born with natural ability
  To put both hands up on the Statue of Liberty
  Smackin' an iller me with accurate agility
  Attack your facility then it's back to my killin' spree
  Jigga, Nelly is cool, it's the wack ones that's killin' me
  While Clinton got head, I was in the sack with old Hillary
  The fact I'm an ill MC strapped with artillery
  I got your family at your funeral clappin' with misery
  I can happen to him or me, better the other way
  Pillow [?] watch her suffocate
  You're hard, Doody, [?] for D12 (
  Haha
  )
  [?] Funk Flex, more noise than a seashell
  Y'all faker than [?], we big in Dallas
  We unsigned without the hype back before Rick Morales
  Put it down there, rip your lungs with talons
  Y'all lack talents, in fact, you're all off balance
  I'ma say it like this: you're short like [?]
  And just tune in to [?] show on June 4th