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conversations.value: Write me a song called I Will with the following description: On “I Will,” Eminem reunites his Slaughterhouse comrades, KXNG Crooked, Royce da 5'9" and Joell Ortiz for a posse cut over a classic boom-bap beat. However, Slaughterhouse member Joe Budden is missing from the feature list for retirement reasons or perhaps due to his past issues with Em.
  On the five-minute runtime, the rappers take an old-school approach to hip-hop, and the devil’s wish dictates the rappers' mindset. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Intro: Eminem]
  And I don't think that I can stop it (Here it comes)
  I do my best to try to block it (Redrum)
  I've been sipping on like, vodka (Head's numb)
  I'm blacking out, you better watch it (It's bedlam)
  [Chorus: Eminem]
  I thought I heard a voice in my head that said "Kill"
  I had no other choice that was left except fill
  My pencil full of poisonous lead, the devil
  He wants me to murder this beat, so I will
  He told me there are doubters who question my skill
  They wanna put my style to the test, am I still
  The best? They want the crown on my head, I said, "Chill
  If you want me to murder this beat, then I will"
  [Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"]
  I'm a long way away from where you are in skill
  Foreign wheels, my bitch wearin' four-inch heels
  She on the orange pill
  And she about to start taking off layers like orange peels
  Sacha Baron Cohen, Ferrell, where am I going with this?
  Oh yeah, I bar at will
  And when you throw the iron in it, I'm all that still
  The truth for real, I'm real true, call that trill
  This is my house, this place is mine
  Posted on any corner on any coast I'm on
  You niggas need to leave that lean, Henny, and coke alone
  Terror to the business, married to the strippers, T-Pain
  Student of the game pre-Kane, you niggas Post Malone
  Elite beatboxer minus the raps
  Rollin' with at least three choppers, Ryan is that
  I literally keep three shottas
  I'm lyrically James Todd, Tariq Trotter minus the cap [Chorus: Eminem]
  I thought I heard a voice in my head that said "Kill"
  I had no other choice that was left except fill
  My pencil full of poisonous lead, the devil
  He wants me to murder this beat, so I will
  He told me there are doubters who question my skill
  They wanna put my style to the test, am I still
  The best? They want the crown on my head, I said, "Chill
  If you want me to murder this beat, then I will"
  [Verse 2: KXNG Crooked]
  Manslaughter goons under the moonlight
  John Wilkes, that's who I'm in the booth like
  Ayy, bruh, I go ham for dead presidents
  And everything I record is over your head like a boom mic
  Why would you irrelevant fucks want to rebel against us
  Knowing your Smith & Wesson has never been clutched?
  Knowing you never been rushed by the most ignorant niggas invented
  Them niggas that'll send you to the dentist to get a whole row of elephant tusks
  Your teeth gone like you been on some meth and some dust forever
  I see you, my niggas call me "The Enemy Watcher"
  The minute we spot ya, the semi'll pop, nigga, we got ya
  I'm livin' to conquer, remember the mantra, I'm grippin' the launcher
  Like Em and the Doctor with no guilty conscience
  I'm still shockin' like droppin' a boombox in bathwater
  More shockin' than a pissed off Blanka [Verse 3: Joell Ortiz]
  I just finished fuckin' a fish called Wanda
  I'm finna wander off into yonder
  Beyond just mentally stronger, memory monster
  I remember the sponsorin' thought that conquered his triple entendre
  You the cross of a unicorn and The Unabomber
  Quit horsin' around in this building or you a goner
  Your Willy Wonka persona won't help you any longer
  I'm Optimus, I make prime examples of mini Tonkas
  Hogtie your squad and go bonkers
  Spin, grab Denaun's guitar and Honky Tonk ya
  All your bars subpar like good golfers
  I put a hole in one of you birdies with this Eagle and launch it
   (Pew)
  [Chorus: Eminem]
  I thought I heard a voice in my head that said "Kill"
  I had no other choice that was left except fill
  My pencil full of poisonous lead, the devil
  He
   wants me to murder this beat, so I will
  He told me there are doubters who question my skill
  They wanna put my style to the test, am I still
  The best? They want the crown on my head, I said, 
  "Chill
  If you want me to murder this beat, then I will"
  [Verse 4: Eminem]
  Now this will probably be the most illest shit that I've ever said
  God bless the dead and let Biggie possess the pencil lead
  They called me a sped and said that I had a messed up head
  'Cause I said, "Motherfuck school," and instead went to special ed
  Sippin' Bacardi and lime I start to recollect on the time
  That I startled my mom and had her scared to death
  Word to Method Man
  She heard some Wu-Tang coming from towards the patio
  She was like, "What the heck was that?"
  She went to check on the noise and go inspect the deck
  Then I jumped out with a sword and yelled, "Protect your neck"
  Now bow to the Lord, hold up, no, better yet, kneel
  Better yet, get down on all fours and take a vow to always
  Rejoice in the sound of my voice, but you don't have a choice
  Just a third of my will will overpower yours
  Using about a fourth to create the amount of force
  It'll take to knock out a horse like a tranq full of Tylenol
  Enter my house of horrors with a thousand floors
  Got a crown of thorns, but it won't fit around the horns
  But I'ma keep it a buck like a dollar store
  I'm more than you bargained for and I am far more worse
  Than a forty-some bar Lord Jamar verse
  Nothing means more than respect,
   
  so when I curse
  You could say I swore to protect
  My image,
   
  I have zero time or regard for
  A never-was
  , 
  been claiming rap when it's not yours
  If it was anyone's house, G Rap and Rakim would be havin' you mop floors
  Run-DMC would be havin' you cleanin' sinks
  Yeah, your group was off the chain, but you were the weakest link
  Rest of these youngins of mine
  Time to start throwing some shade, this time I'm shutting the blinds
  'Cause when I'm looking at y'all, shit, it's no wonder it's why
  I need a visor, 'cause y'all are just sons in my eyes
  Born a cynic and more demented than an orphanage with a morgue up in it
  Next door to an abortion clinic
  Newborn infants tortured and tormented
  With their foreheads dented when they drop 'cause the floor's cemented
  Their corpses get ornamented
  The coroner with a storage bin rented
  To store them in and the torsos of forty women reported missin'
  Distorted, twisted, this isn't no storybook ending
  This is only the beginning
  So, Lord, forgive me, I'm hearing voices
  I can't ignore them anymore, they're winning [Chorus: Eminem]
  I thought I heard a voice in my head that said "Kill"
  I had no other choice that was left except fill
  My pencil full of poisonous lead, the devil
  He wants me to murder this beat, so I will
  He told me there are doubters who question my skill
  They wanna put my style to the test, am I still
  The best? They want the crown on my head, I said, "Chill
  If you want me to murder this beat, then I will"
  [Outro: Eminem]
  And I don't think that I can stop it (Here it comes)
  I do my best to try to block it (Redrum)
  I've been sipping on like, vodka (Head's numb)
  I'm blacking out, you better watch it (It's bedlam)