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conversations.value: Write me a song called Whether or Not (Freestyle) with the following description: “Whether or Not” was made and released sometime between 2000 and early 2001. It serves as one of several promotional tracks for D12’s upcoming album at the time, Devil’s Night. It is also rumoured to be a freestyle. Whether Or Not was included on some CD versions of the single Fight Music. The track also has a better-known remix, that samples The Beatnuts “No Escaping This”.. It seems possible that this may be the original title of the track. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Hook: Eminem]
  Whether you rap or you don't rap
  Duck 'fore you get rushed
  Get stuck fucking with us
  'Cause....
  We don't give a fuck
  [Verse 1: Kon Artis]
  Oh, we sound like Em clones, huh?
  Where the fuck you think he started at holmes, huh?
  Skip the small talk, talking is a risk you take
  Kick yo' face 'till yo' head go through this window and break
  Break to the 1-9, Denaun cause the gun-line
  And collect bank from every weed spot like I'm one time
  I'm ain't the remorseful type, I'll drink and still drive prone to hit anything at any given night
  Fuck leaving my roots, I'm still in cahoots with nincompoops who shoot out like troops in Beirut
  Pull up in a red hearse with Fred Durst dressed like a nurse
  With a coach purse screaming his throat hurts
  [Verse 2: Bizarre]
  On my Harley Davidson, I ride down Main Street
  I speed with my dad's name on my ass cheek
  Gimme your ones and get robbed with a broken gun
  Got you doing more dances than Puffy's son
  All you groupies that wanna get took
  You gotta be 12 years old with a coloring book
  And anyone else who wanna get fucked, 'cause
  (Yeah bitch, oh shit!) [Hook: Eminem]
  Whether you rap or you don't rap
  Duck 'fore you get rushed
  Get stuck fucking with us
  'Cause....
  We don't give a fuck
  [Verse 3: Eminem]
  We interrupt your little world of perfectness
  To bring you the shit to murder conservatives with
  To curse and diss, with verses so merciless
  These words can just fuck up your high worse than this
  {Police Sirens}
  I've killed for less, and dumped bodies in the motherfuckin' wilderness
  I'm a wildebeest,
   
  and I've concealed a piece even after I was busted by Warren Police
  You think just because I got caught by these cops once
  I'm not gonna carry shotguns to blow your wigs back like hamburgers without any top buns
  So many damn murders I can't even count one
  Two black guns, I don't know maybe they're Magnums
  I don't know what the fuck they're called, I just grab them
  12-gauge dumps in a drug-fueled rage, fuck age, still goin' through my "fuck-you" stage
  I'm a 27-year-old eleven-year-old, I'mma never grow up,
   
  bitch, I ain't gon' ever get old
  I'll be sitting here with a cane and a beard
  Still insane and as weird as the day I came in here, brain in my rear, yeah
  So until I'm wrinkled as Robert Van Winkle, I'mma drop a damn single every goddamn week, people
  It's D12, June 19th, so do like me, and go buy three, with no ID
  Kids [Verse 4: Proof]
  Now why you wanna play a game with me, dangerously
  The outcome's hot, once split your brain in three
  Proof with crooked raps, always ask them "What the fuck you lookin' at"?
  And invite the hook to scrap
  I gave my life to God, nigga, then I took it back
  Move it black, this fuckin' gat'll leave your cookie cracked
  Detroit's derelict arrogant terrorist, straight on you aerospit
  Spit at various people to leave you with a body to get buried with
  Every hit was serious, niggas 
  wanna know how murderous the Dirty Harry is
  When I'm on your front porch with guns about to bust
  'Cause
  [Hook: Eminem]
  Whether you rap or you don't rap
  Duck 'fore you get rushed
  Get stuck fucking with us
  'Cause....
  We don't give a fuck
  [Verse 5: Swift]
  When they run into Swift they change directions
  My shit so tight when hoes hear it they catch a yeast infection
  You need protection, you gon' fear it
  I snatch away yo' DNA from existence, with no spirit
  Give up the carats or see the nine
  Fuckin' with mine is like Farakhan chewin' up swine, on Christmas
  With a white trailer bitch on his arm, chillin' in Europe, havin dinner with a Uncle Tom
  I attack killin', fuckin' hoes like Matt Dillon
  Stackin' obituaries higher than Michael Jackson's ceiling
  I leaves nobody livin', I got Satan shiverin'
  Hate what I'm deliverin', you know the best then send 'em in, crack you with a fifth of gin
  You got your men, but they all wearin' skirts like them niggas from Scotland, you hoes are not grim
  Don't make me stop in with a mag, and blow yo feet up out yo Top Tens [Verse 6: Kuniva]
  I'm the one they call in to torture ya
  Smackin' your bitch and forcin' her in the back seat of an old Corcia
  Kuniva's the silent type, but under the silence is a violent life, usually followed by sirens and lights
  Get your throat cut by this tyrant's knife, from high as a kite
  And my get-a-way driver's drivin' right
  Fuckin' with Hans will get you flipped like a baton, the deadliest bombs
  Wrap around niggas like Camabons, you know I ain't nothin' to play with
  Thinkin' you real like The Matrix, fuckin' with niggas drippin' off self-hatred
  I'm on some live shit, rappers be on some "Ready To Die" shit
  'Till I put a ice pick, right through they eyelids, fuck heaters, I'll knock you out instead of shootin'
  I hit hard, break yo' fuckin' jaw like Resolution
  Give up the cash and coat, or get your little brother's classroom smoked
  And the substitue gagged and choked
  Nigga
  [Hook: Eminem]
  Whether you rap or you don't rap
  Duck 'fore you get rushed
  Get stuck fucking with us
  'Cause....
  We don't give a fuck
  [Outro]
  D12, June 19th
  Do 'shrooms like me
  Get ready for it
  .
  Trouble soon, baby
  You know it
  Tell your mama and your sister too
  'Cause we fuckin' 'em