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conversations.value: Write me a song called 2004 Tim Westwood Freestyle with the following description: Eminem, Proof, Swift, and Status Quo freestyled on Tim Westwood’s radio show in 2004. It was posted on YouTube on April 28, 2016 on Tim Westwood’s channel. Until it had been posted it was never fully released online before.
  In the freestyle Eminem is noticeably slurring his speech at times, even mentioning that he’s doing it while rapping. It is now known that Eminem later went to rehab for an addiction to painkillers while he took a break from 2005-2008. Since then he has reemerged and released several successful projects.
   Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Verse 1: Stat Quo]
  I boss how I live
  Fuck 'em hoe
  God meant me
  To push Bentleys
  The Stat Quo
  Still slammin' 'lac doors
  This squad 'ill blow your brain out
  Half-crazy
  Bustin' out the window
  Aight cut it, cook it, bag it
  Distribute it through the city
  Home get that cabbage
  Take it, flip it
  Turn illegal to legal
  Launder, stay grindin'
  Keepin' ya business on the under
  Humble moves come up
  Cops run up
  But most of them corrupt
  So what?
  They want they cut
  So pay 'em
  All those who oppose the squad
  Spray 'em
  Got goons with MACs
  Who kill for scratch
  Okay I'm
  One quick trip 'ill
  And get you filled with gas
  Broad day and niggas 'ill kill you
  Without the mask
  I'm getting bank
  Like I'm shooting it from off the glass
  Signed with Shady-Aftermath
  Cause I'm after cash
  Biatch [Verse 2: Swift]
  The way it go
  Just heard my dog
  Stat Quo flow
  Ha, ya heard what he had to say
  Use the words Swifty McVay
  I'm ill enough to shoot a nigga through his pager
  And if I missed
  The shit's going exactly through his neighbor
  My behavior's
  Fatal enough to faint niggas
  Old age and cradle
  I shoot from unexpected angles
  I changed ya facials
  I could have you niggas hugging an angel
  Literally
  Niggas be crazy
  I'm misery, breaking both of ya ankles
  I diminish mentally
  I turn you into a mimic of Kennedy
  I don't go to sleep 'till I murder motherfuckers in trilogies
  I recruit enemies
  Friends ain't shit
  They take yo ends and split
  Willingly
  What kind of shit got a nigga faking the funk
  Dressed like George Clinton
  But you hoes ain't making a buck
  You out and about
  With yo face frostbit
  With a hustlin' mouth
  But you really full of brussels sprouts
  Husband or spouse
  Your generation's running out
  Because my gun's in ya mouth
  Penetration coming (cumming) fast
  We won, you lost
  You got a witness program
  Move out cold then John Walsh
  Wild
  And this the way we do
  Emzy, Imma pass it to you
  So what ya wanna do? [Pre-Verse: Eminem]
  What I wanna do? What I wanna do?
  Let me see right here, yo
  [Verse 3: Eminem]
  Not many people that I label would be able
  To display table manners, but our plan is
  To make this beat rock like scanners and make the fans just
  Go bananas, yo, get our planners
  That means our nuts for the sluts who don't under-
  Stand this, yo, my plan is, yeah right
  And y'all gon' stand there and act like you don't understand it
  Like my name is Janet, my titty fell out and I ain't plan it
  Yo, check this—check this out
  And if you rocking with ya necklace out, that's my breakfast now
  I'mma snatch it, yo, my style is wretched
  You can't fetch it, no you can't stretch it
  And yo, it doesn't really matter
  Cause ya name I can't even pronunciate, you the—
  Same type of mo'fucker to go and sucker
  Punch Dre at the Vibe Awards,
   but he right behind the boards
  The next day, so kiss an ass
  Or kiss a dick, lick a dick, eat my ass
  Whatever you won' do it's on you
  Big Proof coming through with the mo— [Verse 4: Proof]
  Y'all niggas sing
  Y'all done came to the Nina Ross war
  Ya homie's a killa
  But my killas they cost more
  It's all inherited
  I was boss born
  Put eighteen in ya flesh
  And make ya chest a golf course
  Niggas know that we ain't even
  You know why
  (gasps) I'm still breathin'
  Yeah I got that real heathen
  With them steel beams on 'em
  Through ya dreams on 'em
  Like I'm still a fiend
  Noted for mics
  It's only right
  You see my real team, brody
  I do it live
  I was sippin' on some cream soda
  Heave phony
  Fuck this back and forth
  This ain't a tennis meet
  I spray you industry gangstas
  Cause they ain't in the streets
  It's cool to beef
  But why?
  'Till you truce with or you trust me
  I told you Puffy
  And you can lose Big (B.I.G.)
  I'm Proof
  Who you could do big things with us
  Spit dope
  They call me Rick James bitch
  Clip-clack
  Bang-hit
  Bang-drip
  Drip fang of blood
  Drip, drip, drank when sirens cop came
  Body bag thick
  Body bag, zip-zip
  That's it
  Fuck you bitch
  [Verse 5: Stat Quo]
  Down a dark street
  It's the dirty Stat Quo
  Lord have mercy
  Breathe, hello I'm 'bout my cheese
  The steez, mellow
  Cash in the bank
  On my grind in the paint
  Oh, look how I do live with my boy Westwood
  Up to no good
  Smoking that good shit
  See how I ball
  Handle, handle my business
  Eminem, Swift, P, Stat Quo that's it
  Back on the track
  Green Lantern done switched the beat
  I'm guaranteed to my thang and drop the heat
  My man Zeke is in the corner with him
  Boss Hog, A-town, yes I be them
  Do what I do freestyle, top of the dome
  Don't fuck with my click
  Leave Doc Dre alone
  If I see you out the wars
  Imma stab yo' ass
  Whoop yo' ass
  Ya fuck with me
  I make ya handicap
  And I pass the mic to my man Swifty
  McVay he don't play
  [Verse 6: Swift]
  I'm Swifty McVay
  Ya bastard out the blue
  I'm hazard
  I even haunt spirits that's after you
  I'm cancerous with no answer
  Pharmaceutic, I turn you allergic to being human
  It ain't new
  It's what I do when I'm feudin'
  A sick nuisance
  I have ya had
  Until motherfuckers lookin' like Rick Rubin
  What do you do to fools that think that they can take laughs?
  Their face get sliced
  And that's what's up
  I inherit the power of all the rappers
  I gotta be like 
  Kruger
  All them niggas bodies are coming out of me
  I usually pack a Ruger
  Now I see that I can be successful
  By bruisin' yo chest
  Without a thing
  A professional
  I'm a king that slaughtered kings
  Exceptional, genetically raised by wolverines nigga
  I give a fuck on what niggas seen
  I'll send a fiend to pitifully raise you
  And then convene bitch
  That's what we do
  Our crew D12
  Rapping nigga
  In take the Nina off the shelf
  And I'm hazard for ya health
  Like I said before
  The type to walk the streets
  And the five-o ignore
  Me when they see me
  Dog, I'll burn you like VD
  And that's the way we be
  Fuck you!
  [Interlude: Tim Westwood]
  Easy, easy
  I'm trying to hold a job down here
  Yeah, yeah
  I apologize if anyone's offended
  You know tune out go to something else
  Come back later
  It's going down
  It's real hip-hop
  There's gonna be some swear words
  Be prepared
  Change the station if you ain't built
  [Verse 7: Eminem]
  Aftermath in the house now
  Get yo' fricking mouth stabbed out
  Y'all get so mad
  Get so livid
  Looking for dap from anyone who would give it
  Now how you gon' value
  Someone else's opinion
  Cause you selfish
  I'm rap's Elvis
  Everybody try to grab the helm-ets and they hardhats
  Run and duck for cover
  Yo, fuck ya mother
  What the fuck are ya?
  Yo, I'm sprayin'
  While I'm playin'
  I ain't playin'
  I'm sprayin' at your feet
  Like hey Imma cock the hand
  Imma pull my cock out
  Outta my pajamas
  And cock back the cock
  Like it's chicken
  Yo, check it out
  The clock is ticking
  It's countdown to Armageddon
  And there's nothing you can do to stop it
  Put your arm or head in
  Or put a pen in it
  But once the grenade pin is pulled
  It's nothing you could do
  But end up in the hospital
  Yeah, yeah
  Hospital, pital, 'spitals
  End up in the 'spital
  And y'all can eat my tender vittles
  I don't really give a fudge
  Fudge, fudge-packers
  Is what y'all are
  And y'all get smacked up
  At the awards show
  However you want it to go
  We can make it go either way
  Biatch
  That's itch-bay backwards
  F around and smack turds
  They told us not to use no cuss words
  So we gon' not use cuss words
  And say busters instead
  Have you all bleeding red
  Damn, right out of yo' head
  That's what I said
  And my name ain't Fred
  My name ain't special ed
  And it ain't my birthday
  But Proof can get on the mic in the worst way
  And I don't even have to curse to say
  [Verse 8: Proof]
  Proof's a wolf
  Grab ya pooper-scooper
  Follow me
  I fight to the death
  Like Apollo Creed
  I only hang with bitches that swallow seeds
  Air Force Ones not Wallabees
  Hollow tease
  I be, rushin' colonies
  I'm known by all blacks in hoods
  Like collard greens
  Last of a dyin' breed
  Old school like Model Ts
  When I ride on my rivalries
  Like 2Pac writ
  Put you in the I.C.U
  With no eye sockets
  More than five shots spit
  So you can die hot bitch
  It's only one topic
  I need profit
  Fuck the gossip
  Harry the hype-writer
  The night lighter
  The only thing higher than Proof
  Nigga is my lighter
  I'm watchin' you fly niggas crash
  Like Al-Qaeda
  Crime fighter
  Guess I rhyme by the mind tighter
  Than the World Trade
  Bit the jaws
  Like Jay Dee
  I put my fucking dick to broads
  Broads, dog that's down on all fours
  Of course I'm down to get yours
  How come my niggas stop cold
  When they heard capsule?
  The rap flow is good
  And they say that we fatsos
  They gotta be this way
  And we catch 'em with lassos
  And how they feel about that?
  Cause we breaking they cash flow
  My niggas tell me right there
  I ain't got no time
  So know why fool
  Dropped outta high school
  Cause Slim said so
  Now I'm back in this bitch
  And I'm 'bout to ride this bitch
  And this motherfucker rockin'
  For Tim, asshole
  I gotta do this shit right
  Now Swift is on my left
  So it's the way it is
  Cause Shady in here
  I'm 'bout to tell you niggas right now
  Green is on the turntable
  Why not do this shit daily, all year
  [Verse 9: Stat Quo]
  Hey doll, cheer
  It's a grown man record
  You don't want the pressure
  This a grown man lecture
  Sittin' on the dresser
  Be a grown man bitch to her
  Underneath my seat's a grown weather here
  Peepin' my packer
  He got grown man cheddar
  Wheels, ransom notes, and checks
  Are all grown letters
  Hey doll, chill
  Sit back relax, as I handle by biz
  Green Lantern on the scratch
  Attack the track wrong
  Stat Quo doing his thing
  The European awards was yesterday
  Em won
  Took the award home
  D12, ya know what I mean
  Shawty, be grown
  Handle my business home
  Doing my thing
  Home alone
  But not Macaulay Culkin
  Stat Quo be the champion
  Icon winner
  Eat niggas like dinner
  Me and Westwood, handlin' our beeswax
  Green Lantern on the track
  Doc Dre did it long time ago
  Like this and like that
  And uh
  I'm motherfucking beast
  Man uh
  Pass it to Swifty Mc-V
  And ain't no flick
  To hear what my be sayin'
  [Verse 10: Swift]
  One-two, three to the four
  Swifty with the four-four
  Process of elimination is always complete
  When I hit the streets
  I wanna see who the biggest G
  Hennessy don't do nothing but give you lumps
  When you speakin' on us
  Disrespect you be eatin' a bottle drunk
  Turning you niggas all to monks
  Red dots amongst ya foreheads
  You get punctured once
  Slump cowards with Ninas bitch
  I mean it, how ya leanin'
  Like the Tower of Pisa
  Faces lookin' like pizzas
  An animal instinct
  I eat ya with cannibalistic procedures
  Adam's apple some womens' fetuses
  Me is just like special nature
  I messed up, slurring my words off the liquor
  And yes I hate to
  See ya wack emcees
  Step inside my face
  And ya know my fo-fo (four-four) will clear the place
  Ya runnin', I'm gunnin'
  I'm stunnin' and it's fun when it happens
  Especially when I'm rapping
  I give dap to brothers I'm cool with
  But yo know
  You can't mess around with Swift
  Ya just cool whip
  Ya soft and ya sweeter than sugar
  Dog, I'm just that type of nigga
  That 'ill walk up on ya
  Leave ya in a bed of blood
  Huh, if ya tryna fuck with us
  He said don't cuss
  But I couldn't help it
  I take my belt off whip ya wit'  it
  Because I'm selfish
  So I, just do the things I do
  I freestyle for you
  Then I pass it to my crew
  Then they pass it back
  And if ya wack
  Then get slapped
  For that type of
  [Verse 11: Eminem]
  Acid rap
  Yeah and that's a fact
  Slim Shady's back
  Got eighty ladies layin' on they back
  Yo, but I'm a mack
  I'm a little nuts for Brittany
  Little to sane for Whitney
  Tell you the truth
  Yo, Bobby would prolly get me
  Catch me in the lobby
  After he just hit me
  After he sniffed three lines
  He'd prolly knock out Fifty
  He could prolly lift up both of us
  And spin us both on both fingers like donuts
  Yo, I party hard
  But for real, I want Bobby Brown as my bodyguard
  And that's for real
  And that's the deal
  Cause we got mass appeal
  And I don't think that they can really take it
  Cause I always let my nuts hang
  Like I was doing push-ups naked
  That's what I do
  Is drink the Alizé
   and
  Then I pass it to my man Proof and
  Then we start goofin' around
  And start spoofin'
  Everybody, yo we in the party
  And we could rock the party
  And we could get it started
  And if ya smell like (sniff)
  Somebody farted
  Or we can
  We can do the Mardi Gardy
  We could party harder
  We could get started
  What you wanna do
  Proof, it's on you
  [Verse 12: Proof]
  It's on me
  Might take it to the hip, homie
  It's like Shady and Aftermath
  We after cash
  You want it
  We gon' blast ya ass
  (4x)
  And listen, ya need to quit it dog
  Cause Proof is low to the ground
  Like midget balls
  With them bridges falls
  I lock ya ass up on the game
  And I visit all
  And it's like they signed
  They said they did it all
  Because they breeches small
  But Imma tell you
  In the likeness of the great 2Pac
  I'm hot
  And I'm fatter then Biggie Smalls
  All y'all, need to recognize
  Cause where I come from
  It's still the East side
  Over there by Dresden
  Where we make their heads spin
  Back then the back, ten
  Make his ass backspin
  This action of crack-skin
  Nigga, I eat more Vicodin
  Than the dots that's on the Pac-Man, board
  Oh Lord
  Give me my sword
  On top of that
  The freestyles I got you can't afford
  But they free
  Yo, they only cost attention
  And did I mention
  I'm a boss with henchmen
  I send niggas to get ya
  Yo, it's easy to do
  How ya feel about this
  Yo, the piece of the Proof
  The piece of the clue
  The pieces ya need
  The pieces I got
  On top of that my freestyle
  Never stutter
  My words are butter-rock
  Like the niggas feel about us
  I say precise
  Nigga feel fucked up like D-Nice, did
  For getting Scott La Rock slain
  I rock 'caine and rock brains
  Back in the day, when ya block came
  Get ya block slain
  Ya hood aborted
  How I feel when they all get shortened
  Haha
  And I tell ya like this
  Ya missing the ending
  I lift ya whole hood
  Like I'm fixing ya engine
  Nigga, come on
  [Verse 13: Stat Quo]
  I keep my brim tilted
  And tracked, I killed it
  Atlanta, my city
  I built it
  Watch this
  Young beast bob and weave
  Young Stata (Status) make it hard to breathe
  Please believe
  I ball for cheese
  Survival of the fittest
  One of the trillest ever
  Bow down, he severe
  Finna lock the market
  Marshall and Dre don' linked up
  With the boy from the A
  I am chillaxin'
  Fine linen in my fashion
  Bump yo' questions
  Why you askin', anythang?
  Niggas wanna know what I'm on
  Riding on my enemies
  Getting them gon' huh
  A crime businesses
  And you need homes
  Something I can flip to increase my grip
  Yo, why they on my dick?
  Ride ya own lane
  I gotta handle
  Trust me lil' man
  Ya need a little change
  Here's for starters
  I show ya how to come up
  Work on martyr
  Launder ya cheese
  Do cash and beauty parlors
  Hustle smarter
  Green got me, haha
  Green got me
  Imma kill you Green
  [Verse 14: Swift]
  To me it's like second nature
  I treat murders like a recreation
  And these niggas steadily changing
  They laughs like Mason
  T.D. Jakes and all of these fake gangstas
  They all be awaking
  Because McVay can put a date on you homes
  I'll engrave in ya tombstone
  With urination
  Now your whole funeral soon blown
  Communication are for fools who be wasting time
  Contemplating on making up
  I ain't that guy
  A grudge holder
  I used to shove boulder in the counsel of my Aurora
  Get caught and tell 'em it's yours
  I can leave each one of ya body parts
  Stranded in the middle of different forests
  Having police ignore the shit
  Niggas get hung like ornaments
  While they hanging they trees
  They get bombed like Vietnamese
  In '46 or whatever year it was
  I gotta buzz
  And murdering you is all I love
  This is Swifty McVay
  I ain't by myself
  I got Em, Proof, and Stat that be hot
  And D12 is over, D12 is over here
  And yo' death is near
  And that's what's up
  [Verse 15: Eminem]
  That's what's up
  Pass this cup
  And then we blast you up
  Freestyle right off the massive truck
  We got truckloads
  And uff, no
  Cuff no and spin it backwards
  And play it back later
  Cause all y'all haters 
  rockin' gators
  Alligators, we see ya later
  We ain't player haters
  But yo check it out
  We rockin' in our Navigators
  And we can sit back
  And we can stretch, we can check
  Trek, I mean catch, anything
  And we can fetch
  I'm slurring a little bit
  But during the part that I was doing
  The urination, upon that girl and
  Wait a minute, I ain't goin'
  There with my rap
  I ain't tryin' to be starting no crap
  But yo, I be flowin'
  With the stuff and I be knowin'
  That when I start raking out them leaves
  I be hoein'
  And that's six in the mornin'
  And we can do it
  We can get it on until the crack of dawn and
  We can get it on with Tim Westwood
  We can do whatever you want
  Bring ya best cause
  We do what we want to do
  On this microphone
  Cause we ought to know
  Or ought to inform you
  That we get warm too warm
  Sometimes we too hot to
  Not to spit this ish
  Spit it backwards and that said shit
  Whoops, I didn't mean to curse
  But yo Proof, come back
  And lay one verse
  [Verse 16: Proof]
  I don't bite
  But I spit the killin' venom
  When I'm older
  My pockets gon' blow up like Brazilian women
  You can fight me here
  Like some Big (B.I.G.) and Pac shit
  Breaking laws off him dog
  And hypnotic, he got it
  Although he sound sober
  I ain't gay nowhere near gay
  I even hate a brown-noser
  It's over, he killa
  Got no skills
  When these twenty-two spins
  Ain't got nothing to do with Diablo wheels
  Even the bible kills
  I burn moral themes
  Y'all pop like MTV
  And talk more than Coral Jeanne
  The poor foreseen that there is a God
  I hope you guys slack
  Cause when I lean back
  Without the Terror Squad
  I gotta two bigger
  Then pistol move niggas whip
  I leave fool ass lit
  Like a cool cigarette
  I'm 'bout the peace dude
  In fact the peaceful
  Since these niggas know my piece full
  And since they watchin' Beef too
  They watchin' niggas out here
  They see how we go
  Back in the day
  With what, my people
  The desert eagle
  Leaving people living in deceased holes
  How they feel about that?
  My truck is all diesel
  Freeze hoes
  These people know it
  G.L. in detail
  They break like Lee nail
  Crew is D12
  More noise than a seashell
  Cause we shall prevail
  Without the Martin Luther King drill
  [Verse 17: Eminem]
  How you know the main side, so attraction
  Psycho action
  The man 'ill throw up on Michael Jackson
  Sick enough to do anything
  In any video
  I 
  could even pull out my whole titty yo
  Wouldn't mean a damn thing
  Wouldn't mean nothing
  Like if you went and pulled hamstring
  Cause you a fake 'iatch
  I took the b off
  Cause Imma be off with the switch
  Just like you
  Cause you walk with a switch too
  That's what I meant
  Cause I represent, every single day
  Pass it off to Stat
  [Verse 18: Stat Quo]
  I'm so slum
  I pull up in a double-quad deuce with no roof
  On them big ass boots
  White tee, no suit
  Just me and my troop
  Jam and be some hustlers
  We are not a group
  Grizzles, love me cause my smile is priceless
  My advice, my life
  I have them wetter than diapers
  She want me to buy big jewels and wife her
  Fuck the bitch tonight
  But tomorrow won't like her
  Go back to the club
  And get a new one like her
  And that's what I call completing a cypher
  Wrassle with the bitches so they call me Roddy Piper
  When a Stat come through
  Your girlfriend get hyper
  [Verse 19: Swift]
  You be in the ocean with the worms and maggots
  I'm what overdoses do for an addict
  And after static with me
  Holy ghosts will be given a homes
  Automatically, it's either that or be rolled in a hole
  I target ya dome
  Watch that shit get blown
  Like a head gasket
  See I'm rabid
  And known to foam acid
  I accurately mastered battering bastards
  I don't get charged for assault and battery
  They be after me
  Cause I smashed 'em
  Happily answering
  Any nigga that asks me would happen
  I tell 'em the truth laughin'
  That's just me
  A five-star general
  With aura that's horrible
  I be smackin' ya captain
  Turn a corpse into ya corporal
  They won't know who did it
  Tell your lieutenant
  When an arsenal is set
  For all of those threats of coming close
  No you won't
  With a Stephen King mentality
  Ya don't believe me?
  I can bring the casualty to ya family
  And that's what's up
  I got D12 in the house
  Ya know what we about
  Are you a man, a mouse?
  And it seems like you a mouse
  Running in that hole
  Just cause you hoe
  And everybody know
  McVay yeah
  [Verse 20: Proof]
  See I'm going out
  Blow 'em up
  They wanna see me, what I'm all about
  Pull 'em out
  I'm in the club
  Got the snub
  'Bout to bust it out
  Boy hear me, 'bout to hear me
  'Bout to cuss a dog
  I can't take it
  [Verse 21: Eminem]
  Can't cuss it dog
  Take it dog
  Ayo, get with the
  With the girl
  Better take it off
  She got the bra better shake it y'all
  Ayo, check it out
  I'm about to bull
  And wreck it out
  [All]
  Smack 'em with shovels
  Smack 'em with shovels
  Smack 'em with shovels
  Smack 'em with shovels
  [Eminem]
  You gon' make us freestyle for all
  Make us freestyle for all
  Make us freestyle for all
  Make us freestyle for all
  Tim you gon' make us freestyle for all
  [All]
  Freestyle forever
  Freestyle forever
  Freestyle forever
  [Outro: Eminem]
  Tim gon' make us freestyle forever