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conversations.value: Write me a song called All I Think About with the following description: Eminem and Royce Da 5'9" team back up as Bad Meets Evil, for a a funky record off of the Southpaw original soundtrack.
  With recent songs like “The Monster,” Eminem has proposed that rap drives him insane as it is all he can think about. Marshall and Royce spit tantrums with their extensive vocabulary as a message to all MCs that nobody is touching their spots. The boasting is backed up with attacks at anyone who think they can top the duo.
   Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Hook: Eminem]
  From the moment I go to bed 'til I wake up
  All day, this is all I can think about, baby (
  Oh, yeah
  )
  So I go straight at opponents' heads with this anger
  Always, ‘cause this is all I can think about, baby (
  Oh, yeah
  )
  [Verse 1: Royce da 5’9”]
  The chopper got about fifty bullets
  Ain't no way it's accidental when I spill 'em on you
  I'm the realest in the biz, how you livin'?
  'Cause you can get it how you live
  And while you livin', I'mma say my pull out game is so real
  I still get rid of kids, now that's ill
  The top of your head can fly off the top of convertibles
  Ain't gon' really take no time to come through and murder you
  I don't fake mine, I do this the fair way
  Snitches get stitches, blown away and left on display
  Hung by the grapevine, I just kicked a chair away
  Let me be the first to tell you that you lookin' at a superstar
  My microphone and AK-47, that's my new guitar
  I don't belong to you, and I don't care who you are
  Yeah, you sold a couple records, got a couple joints
  Got a few Jordans, three, four pairs of Louboutins
  That's besides the point like a shootin' guard
  Nigga, I'm a rockstar [Verse 2: Eminem & 
  Royce Da 5'9''
  ]
  With whoopin' cough
  I am
   sick, 
  George Clooney wit' a Uzi
  What kind of a movie star
  Would hop out a movin' car just to prove he’s hard?
  "Fuck you doin', you retard?"
  Should be put in a cast as soon as we start shootin', dog
  You swear I knew where the Roofies are
  The way I drug a bitch... through the yard
  Stuffed little Suzie in cardboard after wrappin' her nude and newly scarred
  Body in waterproof tarp covered in roofin' tar
  So what you so blunt for?
  Did you fuckin' fall off, chump? Or did you jump?
  Or did you just become bored with this?
  You’re slipping into a funk, I just become morbid
  And more self-absorbed in my own world, everyone orbits
  Pen at the table, I don’t know when I’ll be able to stop
  Told you from the gate
  One thought it generally takes and I’m off to the races
  Wait, mentally stable, hold your fuckin' horses
  There’s nothin' more disgustin' an animal
  I just got done snortin' the fuckin' bathroom soap
  And the tannin' lotion
  To unwarp this mind you gon' need some sort of an antidote
  There’s not a pill for bananas though
  It’s unfortunate, you got delusions of grandeur though
  Actin' like you’re Michelangelo with a fuckin' cordless
  Bitch, I'm Shredder, so you better crawl back in your shell
  Or run 'fore you get injured
  A fuckin' Ninja Turtle wouldn’t come toward us
  Two joint forces, of course this is what blunt force is
  'Cause we’d smoke you on any joint
  Bad and Evil's back, bitch
  You might experience some shortness of breath
  As you sit with your lungs punctured
  Hear their motherfuckin' tears come pourin'
  If I tell you once more, then you’re done for
  You’re going to have to learn
  How to fuckin' hear from a ruptured eardrum
  Forrest, am I clear? You Gump, you’re as dumb as a stump
  To think we'd come with a trunk shortage
  B-b-b-b-bass in your face, bitch
  Chuck Norris’ nunchucks morph into guns, swords
  This is what blood sport is
  The goriest, glorious, notorious bigamous, shogun warriors
  God damn, the Slaughter boy general
  Once I slaughter it, you couldn’t un-slaughter it
  Once I order a hit, you couldn’t un-order it
  Hit's an order, this the consortium [Hook: Eminem]
  From the moment I go to bed 'til I wake up
  All day, this is all I can think about, baby (Oh, yeah)
  So I go straight at opponent's heads with this anger
  Always, ‘cause this is all I can think about, baby (Oh, yeah)
  [Verse 3: Eminem]
  If I don’t got no more drama, bitch, I’m a fish outta water bottle
  After all these guys I slaughter
  Applause is gettin' louder, how the fuck did this happen?
  I never rapped for bitches, how's it that my audience now is broader?
  Devil without a cause, rebel without a pause
  I am a kaze without the kami
  You wouldn’t be a G if you cost me a thousand dollars
  Infrared in my pencil lead
  But always keep an extra one stocked though
  In the back pocket and both of 'em locked
  And they're loaded, like cocked twin Glocks that I’m holdin'
  You better pause
   
  when you see these two dots on your colon
  Fuckin' punks, you wait,
   just got to rockin' and rollin'
  'Cause Elvis ain’t left the buildin' yet, I’m still a villain
  You feel a threat when I step in and kill a set in a millisec
  With the weapon of intellect, Hannibal Lecter with the black belt
  In kung fu, protect your neck and
  [Verse 4: Royce da 5’9”]
  Respect the gun rule
  Read in the Art of War book by Sun Tzu
  You realize if you defy, you probably won't be around here long
  Rapunzel (get over it)
  Look, bitch, I got the bands in my pocket
  And the drum roll poppin', that's...
  That’s overkill, I keep the kill under me
  I keep the chill one degree
  I hit you with a hook that’ll make you see threes
  You realize as soon as you beat me that you didn’t
  Yeah, there’s still one of me, now me slap you
  That’s a recap view, that’s normal embarrassing
  And you slap me, that’s knee-slap humor, that’s hardly hilarious
  So we scrap over you lyin' like a feline cub in a forest
  Cherishing a kill from a dominant male [Verse 5: Eminem]
  And I’m born with Malaria
  Form of Lou Gehrigs
  To torture and terrify corporate America
  Poor little Erica
  In the morning the sheriff's and Law Enforcement
  Will find one fourth of her buried
  Under a barrier of the kitchen floor
  With the stairs in an outdoor wooded area
  [Hook: Eminem]
  From the moment I go to bed 'til I wake up
  All day, this is all I can think about, baby (Oh, yeah)
  So I go straight at opponent's heads with this anger
  Always, ‘cause this is all I can think about, baby (Oh, yeah)
  [Verse 6: Royce da 5’9”]
  Back then hoes didn't want him
  Now the black Benz all hittin' corners
  My spectacular vernacular
  I spit like giving 
  Ex-Lax
   to Dracula
  Let me translate: I’m tryna find me a bitch
  And then I’m sucking on her neck while she naked
  And then I’m shitting on her
  [Verse 7: Eminem]
  And I’m getting boners from what I’m spitting
  Getting blown to smithereens in a Toyota
  Getting stoner, Jonas Brothers
  Brothers, songs fricken rotisserie how these birds are flipping
  A time bomb with a nervous tick
  Another murder victim, I flirted with them first
  And brrr—stick ‘em, 
  I'd burn up if I try to step foot inside a Church's Chicken
  *chka* Wanna *chka* make sure any who battle me crawl away
  Assault and battery holiday, and just when you’re thinking that’ll be all I say
  I’ll start automatically calling names and rattling off fellow rappers so pardon the analogy
  But I disappear as quick as Natalee Holloway
  It’s my mentality all the way, I’m normally a suicide mission to try dissin'
  But one thing I never mind's getting called Elvis all the time
  In the articles that you write which is why I never reply, 'cause he died shitting
  So-a, shitting, 
  I'm spitting my infinite supply of written bonafide
  Kidding aside, critics take my little white dick in your eyelid like to fuck it
  Switch subjects, moving on to the next one it's Ch—Chucky
  Who wanna play with number one overall, Kid Cudi
  A psycho buddy who might go nutty ‘cause he don’t like nobody
  His knife's so bloody ‘cause he just sliced somebody
  Pull out the Schick Hydro and—
  [Verse 8: Royce da 5’9”]
  In light of what he just said, this for those who even kinda want it
  'Cause for this man, I would take a lighter
  And light up all of my Lighter money
  You can call it pyro money,
   
  "Hi Rihanna"
  I mean wait, "Hi Tianna", wait, "Hi Tatiana", shit
  I gotta problem I don’t like, it's called fuck a model-itis
  Who pussy the tightest?
  That’s amazing, sit your ass down
  I don’t like the pussy too tight
  Get the fuck outta here and have some babies
  Vocabulary still ill, the 911 still will
  It’s all yellow with the black stripe, Kill Bill
  I’m so far ahead of the skills here
  Getting ready for my past life
  I’m the real deal
  [Verse 9: Eminem]
  Like Holyfield, think you irreplaceable? Bite it
    (That’s overkill)
  'Til I keel over like somebody stuffed roadkill and
  Ebola in my bowl of oatmeal, you know the deal
  I’m not about to sit and go through the whole spiel
  Of how I’m- how I’m cold still like an old closed snowmobile
  And no feeling but so jovial
  But don’t be one of those who mistake me for a joke, I'm so for real
  It’s what I told the phony emcee before I broke his will
  Drove a drill through his skull to see his soul
  Told him when I snap like a photo
  He’ll get exposed like a roll of film
  Now here he goes again, oh
  I’m so trill, I’mma get the hoes again
  Like Buffalo Bill's bitch, you didn’t put lotion in
  The bucket, fuck it, beat the poor little old widow
  With throw pillows, soap brillos,
   finished my goat milk then
  Smoke billows I lit up— ah, fuck it!