conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Love Game with the following description: Eminem and Kendrick used this track as a way of expressing their love for women. However this game of love has and owes no commitment to anyone in the game. She can do who she wants, when she wants, and however she wants. However they can’t leave the game ever, even when it seems like too much to deal with. It’s a never-ending cycle because they don’t want to be alone forever most likely.
  It’s also interesting to note that Kendrick is the only guest MC on the MMLP2 and the only feature between Em and K.Dot so far.
  Sidenote: The whole song could be one of the biggest extended metaphors Em has ever done in his career. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Produced by Rick Rubin]
  [Verse 1: Eminem]
  Something's burnin', I can't figure out what (Out what)
  It's either lust or a cloud of dust
  Judgement is clouded; must
  Just be the powder from the power of (Love!)
  But I'm in something I don't know how to get out of
  Left my girl in the house alone 
  (Ah!)
  Is that my soon-to-be-spouse’s moan?
  And the further I walk, the louder 
  (Ah, ah!)
  Pause for a minute to make certain that's what I heard
  ‘Cause after all, this is her place
  So I give her the benefit of the doubt, I
  Think I might be about to bust her, bust her 
  (Ah!)
  The thought's scary, yo, though and it hurts—brace!
  Hope it ain't, "Here we go, yo!"
  ‘Cause my head already goes to worst-case
  Scenario, though in the first place (Ah, fuck)
  But you confirmed my low-end theory though (Ah!)
  Should've known when I made it all the way to third base
  And that was only the first date
  Could've made it to home plate (Oh!)
  But you slid straight for the dome and dove face first
  "No, (*
  slurp
  *) you don't (*
  slurp
  *) under— (*
  slurp
  *) —stand, (*
  slurp
  *)
  I (*
  slurp
  *) don't (*
  slurp
  *) do this for (*
  hic
  *) anyone, (*
  hic
  *) ever (*
  slurp
  *)"
  Yeah, that ain't what they all say?
  I'll say, you can suck a softball through a straw
  Used to be my fiancé
  'Til you sucked on Wayne, André, and Kanye
  LeBron, Akon, JAY, Lil Jon, Raekwon, Ma$e
  Polow da Don, Dre, Dante Ross, James Conway, Kwamé?!
  Guess I'm gettin' my g-goddang Jigga on, eh?
  'Cause your name, I'm beyond sayin' (Ha)
  But fuck it, I'm movin' on, you women are all cray
  But I'll probably always keep on playin' the— [Pre-Chorus: Wayne Fontana]
  Game of love, love, love, love
  La-La-La-La-La love
  [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
  She doesn't love me, no, she don't love me no more
  She hates my company, guess she don't love me no more
  I tried to get her up out of my head, left my bags at the door
  She screamed she loved me like she never did before
  [Post-Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
  And I told her, "
  Go where you wanna!
  Go do whatcha wanna do, I don't care!
  "
  And I told her, "
  Go where you wanna!
  Go do whatcha wanna do, I don't care!
  "
  [Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
  I told that bitch, "I'm a sucker for love, you a sucker for dick"
  Suckin' dick in your mama tub, then your granny walked in
  Told the stupid nigga to duck under the water
  He drowned, like an abortion
  They booked you for manslaughter
  You beat the case and I called ya
  "Sherane is not available now, leave a message at the tone
  And Kendrick, don't forget to buy two pair of those
  Expensive heels, you little fuckin' Ferris wheel
  Fuckin' spinnin' on me—fuck you think, we gon' get married still?
  Fuckin' Mary had a little lamb, this ain't no fairy tale
  Fairy godmama better tell you how I fuckin' feel
  Like you should fuckin' beat it
  Or fuckin' eat it while I'm on my period
  Now have a blessed day!" (*
  Phone hangs up
  *)
  Bitch, you serious?
  I'm in the mirror with this look on my face, curious
  Why you ain't fuckin' with me? You cut me deep as Caesarean
  You know I want you bad as a Benjamin, I'm delirious
  I want you bad as the head shattered on George Zimmerman
  After the Dillinger hit him diligently and killin' him
  His mouthpiece for a Cadillac emblem
  That's analogy and metaphor for you
  I should win a medal for all the ways I adore you
  This is me talkin' cordial, yeah, I got some home training
  That ain't what you like, ain't it?
  What about if I was as famous as Marshall?
  Would you give fellatio in the carpool?
  Cops pull us over, they just wanna know if you gargle
  Singin', "I hope she's good enough
  Meanwhile you're chasin' her"
  Chlamydia couldn't even get rid of her
  Pity the fool and pity the fool in me, I'ma live with her [Pre-Chorus: Wayne Fontana]
  Game of love, love, love, love
  La-La-La-La-La love
  [Chorus: Eminem & Kendrick Lamar & 
  Kendrick Lamar
  ]
  She doesn't love me, no, she don't love me no more
  She hates my company, guess she don't love me no more
  I tried to get her up out of my head, left my bags at the door
  She screamed she loved me like she never did before
  [Post-Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
  And I told her, "
  Go where you wanna!
  Go do whatcha wanna do, I don't care!
  "
  And I told her, "
  Go where you wanna!
  Go do whatcha wanna do, I don't care!
  "
  [Verse 3: Eminem]
  So needless to say I'm feelin' betrayed
  Snatch my house key off her key chain
  She jumps off Wee-Bey from 
  The Wire
  's dick
  Now she's chasin' me with a cheese grater
  Here goes that broken record cliché
  It's all my fault anyway, she's turnin' the tables, I'm a beat-break
  She treats my face like Serato, she cuts and scratches like a DJ
  Each day is an Instant Replay
  They say what we display is symptomatic of addict behaviour
  Back together, but forgot today was her B-day
  She cut me off on the freeway
  Simple misunderstanding, but just as I went to slam on the brakes
  That's when I realized that she may be crazy as me, wait
  Bitch cut my fuckin' brakeline
  Stepped on them fuckers eight times
  Still goin' seventy-three, thank God there's an exit comin' up
  What the mother-F-U-C-K's wrong with her?
  Hit the off ramp 'til I coasted to a goshdamn halt
  Hit a fuckin' tree, 
  now here she comes at full speed
  She's racin' at me, okay, you wanna fuck with me, eh?
  Snatch that bitch out her car through the window
  She screamin', I body slam her on the cement
  Until the concrete gave and created a sinkhole
  Buried the stink ho in it, then paid to have the street repaved
  (The fuck?) Woke up in a dream state
  In a cold sweat like I got hit with a freeze ray during a heat wave
  Guess I eventually caved though, 'cause she's layin' next to me in bed—directly aimin' a gat at my head!
  Woke up again and jumped up
  Like, "Fuck it! I've had it, I'm checkin' into rehab"
  I confess I'm a static addict, I guess that's why I'm so clingy
  Every girl I've ever had either says I got too much baggage
  Or I'm too fuckin' dramatic
  Man, what the fuck is the matter? I'm just a fuckin' romantic
  I fuckin' love you, you fuckin' bitch!
  Combative, possessive, in fact last time I was mad at an ex
  I actually set off a chain reaction of tragic events
  I said, "Hit the road", then after she left
  I sent that bitch a text that said, "Be careful driving
  Don't read this and have an accident"
  She glanced to look at it and wrecked (*
  Car crashes
  *)
  Too bad, thought we had a connect
  No sense dwelling makes, never been a more compelling case
  Than the model covered in L'Oréal and mace
  Who fell from grace eleven stories for storytellin'
  While the whore was yellin', "Rape!"
  'Til her vocal cords were swellin'
  And her voice were more hoarser than Tori Spellings' face
  Still they swarm the gates of my fancy estates
  To greet Norman Bates with a warm embrace
  'Less you're Andrea Yates, don't ask me for a date though
  Don't be late, well, the sentiment's great
  But wait, think there's been a mistake
  You wanted an intimate date, I wanna intimidate
  I have infinite hate in my blood
  It's mainly 'cause of the game of— (*
  Message sound
  *)
  Wait, "dinner at eight"? I have infinite hate in my blood
  It's mainly 'cause of the— [Outro: Wayne Fontana]
  Game of love, love, love, love
  La-La-La-La-La love