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conversations.value: Write me a song called Jimmy, Brian and Mike with the following description: In May 2022, the highly influential, Detroit-based rapper Eminem finally shared “Jimmy, Brian and Mike” with the world, progressing over the demo stages it was left in for more than twenty years.
  In fact, the track was recorded sometime in 1999-2000, during the sessions for Em’s third studio album, The Marshall Mathers LP, being included on at least one tentative track-list for the project before ultimately being left on the cutting room floor. As revealed via Instagram by the MC’s long-lasting manager, Paul Rosenberg, Eminem finished the track around March 2022, as both the first half of the first verse and the chorus had to be re-recorded: as a result, the final version of the track features Eminem’s voices from two very different eras of his career.
  According to speculations by fans of the Detroit native, the song might be named after three people that played a big role throughout Eminem’s career, and especially in its early stages:
  
  Jimmy Iovine, the co-founder of Interscope Records – the label Eminem got first signed to – , which has been constantly referenced by the rapper on several of his songs and features, including 50 Cent’s “GATman and Robbin;”
  Brian “Big Bass” Gardner, a well-known mastering engineer who has worked on Eminem’s albums and features for the majority of his career;
  Mike Elizondo, who produced a bulk of the tracks from several albums by Eminem himself – as well as this song –, including The Marshall Mathers LP and The Eminem Show.
  
  The track ultimately saw an official release on May 26, 2022, as part of the 20th Anniversary Expanded Edition of the rapper’s fourth studio album, The Eminem Show. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Intro]
  Yeah, woo, yeah
  Fetch me a beer, man
  The fuckin' Red Wings are playin'
  Ayy, the fuckin' Red Wings are playin', man, fuck
  Shut up, man, you're gonna fuckin' make me miss the game
  [Verse 1]
  It goes, one, two, three, four
  Rush room, C4
  Need more bleach, breathe more (Yo, I said)
  Reach for ether, either or (Either one)
  Markers, paint, inhale, faint
  Yeah, heh, heh, smells great, heh
  Acid (Woah), you don't got that? Just melt plastic
  That's it, now let it smoke and smell that shit
  I can't see shit, you're foggin' up the room
  Gimme that shit, bitch, you're hoggin' the balloon (Hey)
  I might just suck nitrous all night long
  If I just die, Mike, just call my mom (911)
  Greg can drink a whole keg through a funnel
  Put his foot through it and crawl in it like a tunnel
  From the 313 to the 810
  Hey, Brian, you ain't coverin' the rush hole
  You're not doin' it right, pay attention
  Who the fuck taught you to smoke? Bill Clinton?
  Come on, inhale, puff, pass, puff, pass
  Okay, that's enough, damn
  Tom, that's my mom's lamp
  Goddamn, dude, fuckin' calm down (Sorry)
  Look at you guys, you're makin' a mess, where's Jason?
  "Dude, I'm in the basement with Jeff
  He just dropped a bunch of weights on his chest
  Help me get 'em off," wait, you're breakin' his neck (Alright)
  You grab that end, dick, I'll grab this end
  I told him not to lift when he sniffs, he don't listen [Chorus]
  Get me drunk, let me go and get me high tonight
  Jimmy, don't, Jimmy don't let me die tonight
  Get me home, Jimmy, don't let me drive tonight
  I just wanna get blown with Brian and Mike
  Get me drunk, let me go and get me high tonight
  Jimmy, don't, Jimmy don't let me die tonight
  Get me home, Jimmy, don't let me drive tonight
  I just wanna get blown with Brian and Mike
  [Post-Chorus]
  (Chicka)
   
  Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky, and Mike
  (Chicka)
   
  Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky, and Mike
  (Ch—)
   
  Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky, and Mike
  (Chicka)
   
  Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky, and Mike
  [Verse 2]
  I spilled beer on the carpet, the walls are drunk, you asshole
  I ain't leanin' on 'em, I'm holdin' 'em up
  Shit, tonight, man, I ain't holdin' 'em up
  I'm openin' up shop to the cops and closin' it shut
  Nineteen shots might seem like a lot, but it's not
  I ain't even buzzin', man, I swear to God
  Tom, stop, you're gonna scare the dog
  He's gonna bark and Mr. Johnson's gonna come downstairs, and, ugh
  "Hey, I want some peace and quiet here
  Or I'ma send the goddamn police in riot gear"
  Shut up, Mr. Johnson, don't even start
  Go have another fuckin' heart attack, you old fart
  I hate that guy, Brian, that's the hamper
  What's the matter, you can't go to the damn bathroom?
  "Sorry, I had to shit, dude, where's the tissue?"
  I don't know, just use this XXL issue
  Look at this house, who put this couch crooked?
  Ow, stupid, you just stepped on my foot, now look it
  It looks like I just stepped in a mud puddle
  You fuckin' dick (I'm sorry), shut up, butthole
  You prolly did it on purpose, you fuckin' drunk bastard
  Here, take your keys, go cruisin' up Gratiot
  I hate you guys, you ain't my friends
  Look what you just did to my mom's eight-by-tens
  Now she's gonna blame me, I hope you're happy now
  Party's over, everybody get your asses out
  Out, I said out
  Put that beer down, out [Chorus]
  Get me drunk, let me go and get me high tonight
  Jimmy, don't, Jimmy don't let me die tonight
  Get me home, Jimmy, don't let me drive tonight
  I just wanna get blown with Brian and Mike
  Get me drunk, let me go and get me high tonight
  Jimmy, don't, Jimmy don't let me die tonight
  Get me home, Jimmy, don't let me drive tonight
  I just wanna get blown with Brian and Mike
  [Post-Chorus]
  (Chicka)
   
  Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky and Mike
  (Chicka)
   
  Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky and Mike
  (Ch-chicka)
   
  Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky and Mike
  Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky and Mike