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conversations.value: Write me a song called That’s All She Wrote (Solo Version) with the following description: This is a remixed version of the song “That’s All She Wrote”. the original version can be found on T.I.’s album “No Mercy”, where Eminem is also featured. This version is just his hook and verses from the original and an unreleased verse mixed together with the outro by T.I. from the original song still in place. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Hook: Eminem]
  Now, I don't really care what you call me
  You can even call me cold
  These bitches knew as soon as they saw me
  It's never me they'll get the privilege to know
  I roll like a desperado
  Now I never know where I'm gonna go
  Still I ball like there's no tomorrow
  Until it's over and that's all she wrote
  [Verse 1: Eminem]
  You're starin' straight into a barrel of hate, terrible fate
  Not even a slim chance to make a narrow escape
  Cupid shot his arrow and missed – wait, Sarah, you're late
  Your train left, mascara and eggs smeared on your face
  Night's over, goodbye, ho, I thought that I told ya
  That spilled nut ain't nothin' to cry over
  Never shoulda came within range of my Rover
  Shoulda known I was trouble soon as I rolled up
  Any chick who's dumb enough after I blindfold her
  To still come back to the crib, must want me to mess with her mind
  Hold up, she mistook me for some high roller
  Well, I won't buy her soda unless it's Rock & Rye Cola
  (Faygo's cheaper)
   
  Buy you a bag of Fritos?
  I wouldn't let you eat the fuckin' chip on my shoulder
  If you was bleach and I was hair I wouldn't dye for ya
  Tryin' to pull five bucks from me is like tryin' to pull five molars
  You'll get your eyes swoll up
  I'm on my straight grizzly, so why would I buy you a gay-ass teddy bear? Bitch, you're already bi-polar [Hook: Eminem]
  Now, I don't really care what you call me
  You can even call me cold
  These bitches knew as soon as they saw me
  It's never me they'll get the privilege to know
  I roll like a desperado
  Now I never know where I'm gonna go
  Still I ball like there's no tomorrow
  Until it's over and that's all she wrote
  [Verse 2: Eminem]
  TIP told me on this ho tip, best tip I could give you
  To hip you is never to let these tricks trick you
  Mighty ambiguous of you to think I love you slut, shit
  Dig you, ho? Take a shovel and dig you some dignity, bitch!
  Shit, you talk about some advice that sticks with you
  If I should listen to anyone, 
  tell me to stick to my guns
   like double stick, it's you
  But fuck ‘em, TIP, it's cool, 
  I'm chillin' like a villain
  Like the penguin in its fuckin' igloo eating fudgesicles
  I’d rather slip and fall in shit than fall in love with you
  Before I tie the fuckin' knot I’d tie you in one, bitch
  You think this is some Nintendo game, how fuckin' dumb is you?
  I’ll give you some lumps before I split some lump sums with you
  So here’s a penny for your thoughts but it won’t buy you a cheeseburger
  But a nickel might just get you one pickle
  Fuck it, it's official, so blow the whistle
  I got a trust issue
  , there's a bombshell: 
  Scud missile
  Like I just cuss at you to fuckin' cuss at you
  Like before I rapped I was a motherfuckin' stud, slut, this'll
  Teach you not to come drunk stumbling my way, for shizzle
  I still live like I budget a Gilbert's Lodge check stub, bizzle
  So fuck Sizzler! 
  These checkers are bust like a blood blister [Hook: Eminem]
  Now, I don't really care what you call me
  You can even call me cold
  These bitches knew as soon as they saw me
  It's never me they'll get the privilege to know
  I roll like a desperado
  Now I never know where I'm gonna go
  Still I ball like there's no tomorrow
  Until it's over and that's all she wrote
  [Verse 3: Eminem]
  Yeah, I guess life is a bitch – ain’t it, TIP?
   And each one thinks they the shit
  Shirt off my back? I wouldn't give you the dirt off my handkerchief
  I’m givin' these hoes a dose of their own medicine, let 'em get a good taste of it
  I’m sure you got that relationship memo by now, but in case you didn't
  I’ll stick this whole pad full of sticky notes to your forehead and staple it
  Life is too short and I got no time to sit around just wastin' it
  So I pace this shit a little bit quicker, that clock, I'm racin' it, double timin' it
  But I still spit triple the amount of insults in a tenth of the time
  That it may take you pricks to catch on,
   while you strong arm like Stretch Armstrong
  Man, I still say K-mart's like there's an apostrophe "S" on it, dog
  And they say McDonalds isn’t a restaurant, well, I guess I’m wrong
  But if you gonna tell me that A&W ain't the spot for the best hot dogs
  You can get the F on, dawg
  [Hook: Eminem]
  Now, I don't really care what you call me
  You can even call me cold
  These bitches knew as soon as they saw me
  It's never me they'll get the privilege to know
  I roll like a desperado
  Now I never know where I'm gonna go
  Still I ball like there's no tomorrow
  Until it's over and that's all she wrote [Outro: T.I.]
  All she wrote, all she wrote
  I said it's over and that's all she wrote
  All she wrote, all she wrote
  Yeah, goodnight, it’s over
  And that's all she wrote