conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Disgusting with the following description: Logic and fellow RattPack member C Dot Castro channel their inner Eminem as they spit ridiculous rhymes over Dr. Dre and Snoop Dogg’s classic song “Deep Cover.” Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Logic & 
  C Dot Castro
  ]
  Welcome everyone to the Sinatra spectacular
  Yeah, yeah, you already know what it is
  RattPack boy
  Castro
  Logic
   (
  Logic
  )
  Sinatra
  Real all the time
  [Verse 1: Logic]
  Yeah, pass the mic before I jack it like gore-tex
  Bust like raw sex, rappers suck like vortex
  The life of a Don-
   We living like kings, and killing our pawns
  Boy, the seconds it’s on, don’t know where we going
  I’m flowing and killing this shit from dusk til dawn
  Just had sex with a Middle Eastern girl- The pussy was bomb
  That last line made no sense like these rappers’ careers
  But I make dollars, 'cause I’m all about the fiscal year
  Yeah; you don’t like me? I’ll conjure up and summon all your fears
  You wanna fight me? I’ll woop my own ass before you get here
  Wanna write me? And tell me that my rhymes suck?
  Bitch I don’t give a fuck, I’ll stab you in the gut, call it a tummy tuck
  You can ask my ex, I bust quicker than two techs
  Caressed by a kid with category 5 tourettes
  In other words, I squeeze with ease, dot my I’s and cross my T’s
  I’m a perfectionist; the lesson is fuck everyone assessing this
  It’s hip-hop, not to be taken literally
  However on the light of note I stayed with bills like Hillary
  My flow convects, murder subjects with little respect
  Best protect your neck, before you play my tape better inspect the deck
  Fuck every other rapper forever ever forever since the dawn of time
  Sike- I’m not that much of a dick when I rhyme
  On another level like duplex, bust heads like suplex
  Slaughter emcees then ask who’s next [Verse 2: C Dot Castro]
  Ayo my crew next, but you say you next, so I guess we now
  Priceless flow so even if I write, it’s still a freestyle
  Never busting gats I ain’t no gangster put that heat down
  Then go and grab a mic and see if you can fuck with me now
  I got that A plus flow I’m on a roll bitch I can’t fail
  Making money with my mind, call that shit a brain sell
  Raise hell, like I’m Satan’s daddy
   while you in here
  Catch me in a tinted caddy with a bitch from Cincinnati
  With the thickest fatty while I hit the gas, you lick it gladly
  With the window down see other bitches blowing kisses at me
  It’s a fact that me and Logic rip with vicious rap to list a wrap
  We spittin’ crack to keep the fiends, coming back to show world
  Reppin' Maryland but I make music for the whole world
  Seduce a chick with lyrics whenever she hear it, it make her toes curl
  So sick I hope I don’t hurl, if you love me let me go girl
  'Cause no pussy come before my flow, just had to let you know girl
  Spit it so thorough and in depth, I bet I leave you impressed
  RattPack be my family, I fuck with y’all no incest
  Only interest is to blow up, and watch they hands go up
  'Cause I used to throw shows back then but no one would show up
  I ain’t all about the money but I want it homie sho' nuff
  'Cause Krispie crazy bout’ the cream, you could say I’m dough nuts
  [Verse 3: Logic]
  I murdered my manager Chris last night
  We exchanged a couple words, he said some things I didn’t like
  I said "Okay…" then punched him in the face with a butcher knife
  I want more like Ashton Kutcher’s wife
  Now can you feel it? They won't (
  Sinatra
  )
  Gimme what I want, so fuck it I’ma steal it
  I’ll dilapidate you, grab the butter knife and decapitate you
  Yeah that’s what I said – huh, and bitch I did it
  We all have thoughts like this; I’m just willing to admit it
  I would never act upon these thoughts now, don’t you get it?
  It’s like when a gentleman sees the baddest bitch and thinks, “I’d hit it!”
  But he never says it; I’ll dump your body in a dessert
  It’s the wrath of a psychopath clutching a razor blade in a bath
  Having his last laugh, anticipating a gash- the other night I murdered captain crunch
  Right in front of Toucan Sam and a whole damn bunch
  That’s life, what can I say? I’m a cereal killer, venereal dealer
  And yes you know they ain’t none other iller
  It’s Logic [Outro: Muhammad Ali]
  Just last week, I murdered a rock
  Injured a stone, Hospitalized a brick
  I’m so mean, I make medicine sick