conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Gospel with the following description: “Gospel” was released through the DLC for GTA V: “Grand Theft Auto: The Contract” update of December 2021. It sees Dr. Dre team up with Eminem a year after their last release.
  Contrary to most Eminem verses, the pace throughout “Gospel” is relatively not fast. It showcases Dre’s beginnings of a comeback in the music game after not having dropped a project of his own since 2015 Compton, while Eminem defends his spot on the throne of rap. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Eminem & 
  Dr. Dre
  ]
  Yeah (
  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
  )
  What? (Uh) What? (
  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
  )
  Dre, you ready? (
  Woo, woo, woo, woo
  )
  C'mon (Yo, we gotta kill ‘em with this one!)
  Alright (
  Check, check, check, check, check
  )
  Get 'em!
  [Verse 1: Dr. Dre]
  Cut 'em undercover, timeless
  Ready for 'em, progress
  Feelin' like I'm just gettin' started
  Two shots back for my dearly departed
  Uh, you are now dеalin' with a monster
  Boss shit, profits
  Doc Dre, bitch, I'm a prophet
  Black Wall Street, niggas know whеre the stock is
  Heh, try me
  Niggas never see me, but it ain't hard to find me
  Heh, unwinding
  Shit's blinding, still grinding
  Uprising (Agh)
  Stop talking 'bout the past, I'm the future, nigga (Agh)
  Nigga like me still here, motherfucker, go figure
  Lookin' for my next gold digger
  This summer here gon' be colder than winter
  Already told you, I fold you like hundreds of billions
  And you can go missing, put that on my children
  Bet that, nigga, what?
  Regret that, run it up
  Heh, and I'm about to sum it up
  This shit here that problem
  Livin' at the bottom of a bottle
  "Full throttle" my motto, eh
  Fuckin' with me like fuckin' with the lotto
  That awful in your nostril
  In a brothel, this is gospel
  Yeah, I'ma need all that, pronto [Chorus: Dr. Dre & 
  Eminem
  ]
  Yes, I, yes, I, yes, I ride 'til I die
  Give a fuck if you bitches die
  Put a motherfucking hole in your face
  Back up, bitch, don't even try
  I am that motherfucker, been the coldest
  Why you on that? No one know us
  Overdosed on what dope is (
  Yeah
  )
  Hip-hop shit sell better than the coke did
  [Verse 2: Eminem]
  Like a satanic cult, it's
  An old ritual slaughtering GOATs, bitch (GOATs, bitch, yeah)
  You're fucking with the original, flow's sick
  And anybody can get it—COVID (Fuck with that?)
  I done wrote shit that was so sharp
  I could slit my own fucking throat with it
  So rich, I got more chips than my shoulders
  And I'm about as approachable as a roach is (Roach is)
  Yeah, so better steer clear from him
  And here comes a nuclear bomb for your eardrums
  Lyricism at its most fearsome and fierce
  We're on another tier like a tear duct's upper echelon (Yeah)
  Your career sucked (Meaning what?), it was sheer luck (Like what?)
  Like a fuckin' leprechaun with his beard cut
  (You're the) Punisher, weapon drawn with a beer gut (Haha)
  You're slower than a Decepticon with its gear stuck
  (And I what?) I serial kill, and you're Kellogg's (What?)
  I love checks and I hate tricks
  And you're a fake bitch (Bitch)
  I could spot you like you 'bout to weight lift (Yeah)
  Bitch, I'm badder than cake mix
  (But I) Can't be whipped with egg beaters (Nah)
  You cunts must be out of your labias
  And God's my alias, so if I don't have faith in me
  Then it basically makes me an atheist (Woo!)
  Nate Diaz got the world by the tracheas
  In a chokehold and a sleeper (*Snores*)
  Yeah, and me and Dre are like dog hair (Woof)
  We're both in our lab coats like retrievers (Grrr)
  But like a Doberman, I'm a whole different breed of (What?)
  Animal mutt mixed with a overachiever (Yeah)
  Oh, you're the king of rap? You're 'bout to be overthrown
  Like a pass over the head of an open receiver
  This shit could end up comin' to blows like a wiener (Haha)
  But I ain't finished puttin' these hoes through the wringer (Nah)
  Like clothes in between the two rollers, and– wait, no
  What I mean is flows interwoven, I treat 'em like thread (Why?)
  That's how I wound up sewin' Machine up
  So, fucks, if you don't give up me the
  Time to ride or die, 'cause you're either both or you're neither
   (Yeah, yeah)
  Throw a middle finger up if you're rollin', but, me, I'm gonna— (Yeah, yeah) [Chorus: Dr. Dre]
  Ride 'til I die
  Give a fuck if you bitches die
  Put a motherfucking hole in your face
  Back up, bitch, don't even try
  I am that motherfucker, been the coldest
  Why you on that? No one know us
  Overdosed on what dope is
  Hip-hop shit sell better than the coke did