conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Machine Gun Black with the following description: On “Machine Gun Black,” Buffalo rap duo Westside Gunn & Conway rap about a plethora of topics, including their difficult upbringings and come up in the rap game. On the single, the artists pay homage to weaponry and flex their gang affiliations.
  The song is named after the late rapper Marchello “MachineGun Black” Lowery, a.k.a. Chine Gun, BENNY THE BUTCHER’s older half-brother as well as Westside’s first cousin, who was murdered in Buffalo, New York. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Eminem]
  Yeah
  Y'know, Detroit and Buffalo are kinda like long lost cousins
  That's why, to me, it makes sense
  Shady and Griselda
  Y'know, I felt like this before
  Nostalgia, bitch
  Just Blaze
  [Verse: Conway the Machine & 
  Westside Gunn
  ]
  Uh, let the drum off quick (Uh huh)
  Youngin runnin' through that shortcut, he dump off blick (Brr)
  Youngin dump off stick (Hah), I made one call, he slumped y'all quick (Yeah)
  Nigga, there's room in the trunk, y'all fit (Ha)
  Ayo, this for my niggas on the bus takin' up north trips
  SKS in the Dolce trench
   (
  Brr
  )
  Dice game, mink to the floor, throwin' trips
  Throwin' bricks, bring me back eighty by the fifth
  Uh, look, jet fuel, blow a zip full (Smokin')
  Twenty racks, blue hundreds, that's a fistful (That's light, nigga)
  I stand over that stove, whip that brick good (Whip up)
  Rap shit don't work out? Fuck it, my wrist good (Hahahaha)
  Ayo, just turned two to three and a half
   (
  Whip
  )
  And it's still fire, ate through the bag
  Gucci duffel with snakes on the bag
  I keep my grass shorter, Patrick [?]
  No top Rocky, your shit boring
  Spark the Dutch, dump the ash on your foreign
  Up in Ace, snuck the four-four in (What's poppin'?)
  If this was '98, I would've fucked Lauryn (Ha)
  My dog lost a hundred bags and got a hundred more in (That's light, homie)
  Gave twenty to my lil' niggas
  Break it all down, you get the bigger picture
  Elevator in my bitch house
  Shot the fuck nigga bitch house
   (
  Brr
  )
  Went from the shells, knock the crib over
   (
  Brr
  )
  This ain't playing with you niggas (
  Boom, boom, boom, boom
  )
  Went from the shells, knock the crib over
   (
  Brr
  )
  Bought a brick, nigga, gave me two bigs over (Dummy)
  I'm the illest, I put that on my life
  A rap nigga blood, I put that on my knife
  The Dsquared2 jacket was lavender and white, eatin' alligator bites
  Twenty racks, get a half a key tonight (Woah)
  Ayo, connect got 'em half of the price
  Shoot it, ain't hear shit, wasn't clappin' it right, this the Passion of Christ
   (
  Boom, boom, boom, boom
  )
  'Cause niggas wanna hang me
  Niggas out in Paris wanna paint me
  The four pound never on safety
   (
  Boom, boom, boom, boom
  )
  All these bad bitches want me lately
  Drop top like AZ
   (
  Skrrt
  )
  Then I copped the Lam, who wanna race me?
   (
  Skrrt
  )
  Yeah, back to back Lams, I let my bitch drive
  Think I'm slippin', light six from the fifth fly (Boom, boom)
  Sticks got the trash bags and the zip-ties (Hah)
  Sit it underneath the fan, let that brick dry
  Cookin' fish like a fish fry
  Chrome eight hundred, that's the big guy
   (
  Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
  )
  Hit the nigga with the dummy brick
  Locked up in Ohio, me and money grip
  Fifty rounds back to back, let a hundred rip (Brr)
  Nigga screamin' like a bitch when his stomach hit, uh (Ha)
  The nigga brains hit the ceiling
   (
  Boom
  )
  Thank God for drug dealin'
  Uh, in my aunt kitchen whippin' Os up (Whip up)
  Uncle showed me how to make the stove jump (My nigga)
  Ayo, the shit jump like Zach LaVine
  Wore medium tan and Lo green
  My plug sniff the whole thing
  Thirty in his clip, youngin blicked the whole thing (Brr, ow)
  Thirty in his clip, youngin blicked the whole thing (Yeah)