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conversations.value: Write me a song called 12 Minute Freestyle with the following description: Epic freestyle by Eminem and Royce da 5'9", a.k.a. Bad Meets Evil, on The Stretch Armstrong Show.  Eminem’s verses can be heard on other freestyles, but Royce’s are pretty rare.  Here’s some more info on this freestyle:
  By the accounts of those involved, this wasn’t planned. They all got wasted and decided to roll to the studio where Em and Royce grabbed the mics and ripped it; putting on what some critics say is one of the greatest radio freestyles of all time.
  “Back when aspiring rappers actually had to prove they had bars to gain acceptance in the hip-hop community (especially if said rapper was a white boy), Bad Meets Evil approached the scene with reckless abandon. For 12 unforgettable minutes on Stretch & Bobbito’s airwaves, the new kids from Detroit proved that they could compete with even the greatest and most established rappers in the game.
  Complex Magazine [editor in charge] Noah Callahan-Bever was in the studio for this freestyle (read about his experience below) and rumor has it that both Bad and Evil had indulged in a little bit of ecstasy before jumping on the mic.
  With Em playing the comedic role: “Stole your Mama’s Acura/Wrecked it and sold it back to her;” Royce was far more menacing, kicking threats like: “I got cats with bats you wouldn’t play hardball with.” And if you think Game’s a name dropper, Slim Shady called out more celebs than you could count on four hands.
  It’s just a shame it took upwards of twelve years for these two to rekindle their working relationship. But it was evident early on that they were poised to do big things
  And my bad for the Complex reference. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Verse 1: Eminem]
  I'll shove a gun in your grill, greasy and heated
  Smothered in hot mustard so when I feed it to you it's easy to eat it
  You need to be immediately treated
  While you're breathing
  And you'll be leaving the receiving room this evening with Jesus
  You hate on us? We'll be waiting on eight corners
  Swarming your hood with a thousand angry skateboarders
  I'll hop in a jeep and slam on the gas and charge you
  And bombard you in the car that your mom bought you
  Fuck around and get choked and found in a moat
  Floating around, drowned, faced-down in a boat
  I'll pile five dudes in a Pinto and pull-up to the Seven Mile drive through
  At McDonald's and pile-drive you
  I got the power to snatch a driver out of his Eddie Bauer
  When it drives by me at 90 miles an hour
  This place is my house
  I might as well erase my face with white-out
  Cause y'all can't see me like Mase's eyebrows
  [Verse 2: Royce da 5'9"]
  Walking in swamp water with an M-16, out for the blood
  Shove a gun in the mouth of a thug
  To break braces, you say grace and make faces
  I'll display hate and break you in eight places
  Take paces, turn around draw in a standoff
  Precise aim, ice in my veins, blowing your hand off
  Dancing with the Devil leading - I won't die, I'm never leaving
  I pledge allegiance to forever breathing
  Street niggas with nuts, what? My meat's bigger
  Fake-ass thugs with toy guns and cheap triggers
  With a deathwish, thinking I'm the nigga to mess with
  Let the tech lift, direct chest hit, melt your necklace
  For instance, you just a henchmen, on tough soil
  A follower never had heart, he just loyal
  Thugs is glass doors, I see through them, put the heat to them
  Be careful you might get what you ask for
  That's what you false ballers get mugged and gagged for
  Your life flashing in front of your eyes in fast forward
  Dearly departed, I don't even listen to artists
  I'm pissing the farthest, and I'm also hitting the hardest
  I'm very intelligent
  Compare me to cameras
  I flash, and shoot what I see, and steady developing
  I fly you out of your whip with one try of the trigger
  Out of your clique, ain't one nigga out of his shit
  You gotta be kidding, bring all of them niggas
  They all gotta be hit quick, and they all gotta be hitten
  It's not a game, and I ain't playing
  Yo if I ain't lived it, did it, or seen it, then I ain't saying
  I put a hole right in your chest
  Stick a knife in your soul
  Then take your life after taking your death
  I'm nice!
  That ain't even counting the endless bars
  Friends with scars, wondering which Benz is ours
  Pretending to ball could even be the ending of y'all
  The minute you fall, my criminals will finish you off
  I argue with no one
  You got a gun? Alright show one
  If you ain't got heart now, you ain't gon' just grow one [Verse 3: Eminem]
  I'm keeping it raw, illegal like Malik and Jamal
  'Cause I don't believe in the law, like I'm Steven Seagal
  Flipping off the police while I'm leaping a wall
  Take a bunch of Tylenol, then fall asleep in a mall
  I got your little son, you'll be receiving a call
  You're lucky this little punks still breathing at all
  Fuck the world, this how I get even at y'all
  Pop shit, get rolled up and leave in a ball
  I hit you in your mouth and sink your teeth in your jaws
  You won't be able to eat shit, not even a malt
  This lethal assault, is giving you a reason to stall
  I'm cocking this deuce-deuce and I'm squeezing it off
  At the first burp and a fart sniffle a sneeze and a cough
  Get your arm chewed off like you was teasing a dog
  I'm cold enough and hot enough to freeze and unthaw
  I'll kick my girl out, in 10 degrees in her bra
  [Verse 4: Royce da 5'9"]
  I'm gonna give it to you straight this time
  Lace this bong
  Bring it to your face until the Jakes respond
  Guard y'all shit
  I don't care how hard y'all hit
  I got cats with bats you wouldn't play hardball with
  I splatter intestines quick, before you can blast
  Or handle your weapon, you'll get stabbed in a matter of seconds
  We ain't worried about threats cause God got us
  We popping Cris, y'all sipping Moet by-products
  I ain't scared to die, let's blast, it's gonna be either
  If you both die then your casket is gonna be deeper
  Yo, you ain't a Don
  You don't even know what beef is
  What you competing with, our hittin' make concrete give
  Yo I came out
  Naked at birth, making it worse
  Making a verse sacred and shaking the Earth
  Niggas got plenty opinions about Royce
  But they ain't got a voice
  I'm doper than them, so they ain't got a choice
  Niggas be playing battle-battle
  Not understanding themselves
  They babble-babble that's why they stay on the shelves
  Playing yourself, I'm promising threats to test y'all
  Keep doing this rap shit until UPS calls
  I see why you must hate me
  I'm sharp enough to cut gravy
  It's just crazy, niggas is such babies
  Real as they come, dancing
  Killing for fun, advancing
  Healing my thumb, killing for fun
  Cock, squeeze and make every nigga freeze in here
  Stop breathing, there better be some cheese in here
  If there's any MCs in here, I hope you read me clear
  You seeing peace, beef with the C's in here
  Yo you ain't fly
  I got shit that you can't buy
  You can't lie, you drink St. Ides and fake high
  Take pie, try to flip it
  You don't nothing about that shit
  If was you I wouldn't risk it [Verse 5: Eminem]
  I wouldn't risk it...
  Rappers get hit with this verbal biscuit
  Hey yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
  Keep the same beat, keep the same beat, keep the same beat
  It goes like this, yo
  My attitude is worse than N.W.A.'s was
  I'll battle you over stupid shit and diss people
  Who ain't have shit to do with it, like Cool J does
  You see me standing outside of your building screaming
  Puffy is good, but Slim Shady is for the children!
  I look at my life in a new light -- fuck it
  Give me two mics; I write songs for me -- fuck what you like
  You're probably hear me rap half-hearted; cause I don't like rap anyway
  I'm just trying to get my porno career started
  Every place and event.. (been there, done that)
  Shit, Dre stuck me in a suitcase when he went
  Want a deal? Study these 5 chapters
  Lesson one: Throw demos as hard as you can at signed rappers
  Lesson two: Face 'em and diss 'em
  Don't give 'em a demo; kidnap 'em
  And make 'em come to your basement and listen
  Lesson three: Get a job at a label; switch demos with Canibus
  And put yours on the owner's table
  Lesson four: Know you heard this before:
  "Hey let me get your number; I'll call you tomorrow, for sure!"
  Don't act like a fan -- you wanna get signed?
  Get the whitest A&R you can find
  Pull him aside and rap as wack as you can
  Lesson five: Get a hook-up at Jive
  Dress up like I.C.P and have them come see you perform live
  And that's the key, but when you see me on the street; I ain't
  Givin you shit bitch - don't even bother asking me
  Toilet water splashes me right in the ass when I'm spitting
  Cause I'm always shitting when I'm rapping like Master P
  Got a blowjob from Paula Jones, and stuffed it so far in her mouth
  My balls broke both of her collarbones
  Told Mya this shit was all about me-ah
  Gave Alyssa Milano syphillis, mono and gonorrhea
  And all three of my main girls said see-ya
  Cause Brandy and Monica walked in and caught me fucking Aaliyah
  I splish splash while I'm taking a bath
  Grab a handful of pills, break em in half, take em and laugh
  White trash -- fucking your wife in the ass
  While you're out siphoning gas for your lawnmower to cut the grass And it's like that, and it's like that
  [Verse 6: Royce da 5'9"]
  It don't stop
  5-9, Slim Shady yo
  The rap auctioneer, spitting out double figures
  For fans to repeat, handling heat
  The Commander in Chief, I should've been banned from the streets
  Flee after I stab an MC with twin crutches
  You've been had by the phantom of beef
  Release when the paper and pen touches
  While y'all talking
  My venomous rap splits
  Get your ass kicked punk
  Your kind get offed often
  80 niggas deep with heat at the mall walking
  You'll either get shot with all barkers
  Or get knocked upside your head with big blocks
  Till you spit teeth
  You're all soft and up shit's creek in a long coffin
  I get work without a single fiend involved
  I'm married to the mob, I mean for real, ring and all
  Basically that means I ain't your average rap nigga
  You'll get slapped and thrown in the back of an Ac(ura) bigger
  With the latch cracked, trunk open
  So you can look up at the stars
  Fill your pockets with plastic explosives
  Drive to cover, detonate the bomb
  Blow you up with the car and flee the scene to cop another
  Morph right into the physical form of your spirit
  In front of your eyes, and make you battle yourself
  Like Shang Tsung with wisdom in the brilliance of a million disciples
  Equipped with a right hook to split a building
  The pure repper of the African race
  Sent here to knock you off your square and put you back in your place
  Babylon battalion, holding your engineer ransom
  For your master, so I can sabotage your album
  [Verse 7: Eminem]
  Yo, weed lacer, '97 burgundy Blazer
  Wanted for burglary, had to ditch the Mercury Tracer
  I’m on some loc shit, some fed up with the being broke shit
  I’m not to joke with, bitch I don’t sell crack, I smoke it
  Having a coke fit, going through withdrawls daily
  Shoot-up with mescaline in front of my baby daughter Hailie
  My brain’s dusted, I’m disgusted at all my habits
  Too many aspirin tablets, empty medicine cabinets
  Losing battles to wack rappers cause I’m always too blunted
  Walking up in the cypher smoking, talking about “Who want it?”
  Thug and a crook; every drug in the book; I’ve done it
  My 9’s at your brain, is that you chain? Run it
  Crews die from an overdosage of excessive flavor
  Aggressive nature got me sticking you for your Progressive pager
  Spectacular, crystal-meth manufacturer
  Stole your momma’s Acura, wrecked it, and sold it back to her
  Boosting Nike jackets, escaped from psychiatrics
  Told the nurse to save my bed for me, I might be back bitch
  So barricade your entrance, put up some extra fences
  A woman beater, wanted for repeated sex offenses
  Chasing dips – take them on long vacation trips
  Kidnapping ‘em and trapping ‘em in abusive relationships
  Fuck up your face and lips, slit your stomach and watch your gut split
  Cut you with that razor that I use to shave my nuts with
  Mama, don’t you cry, your son is too far gone
  I’m so high, I don’t even know what label I’m on
  I’m fucked up, I feel just like an overworked plumber
  I’m sick of this shit, 
  what’s Dr. Kevorkian’s phone number?
  [Verse 8: Royce da 5'9"]
  It's like this right?
  Bust it
  You get laced by the gun, in case you try to run
  Hatred on my face by the tongue, get baked by the sun
  Constructed of interplanetary rock and metal
  Topping levels of combustion that's hot enough to stop the devil
  Innovative flusher to enemies
  The impact will be the generated destructive energy to flatten trees
  Black, poised since birth
  Birth? Tore the womb up
  To hit the Earth like an asteroid and blow the moon up
  Trust me, I'm the epitome, you better bust me
  Any nigga can say fuck me and he gon' touch me
  Smoking organic ganja inside of a stanza
  Me and my man cypher with cans of volcanic lava
  Man this is hot, I'm out of my shit
  From the bottom I can leap out a bottomless pit and land at the top
  Raw, that's what I came out here for
  To raise and eclipse, and occasional trips to the beer store
  And switch-up, the breed of MC to stick a bitch up
  Bigger and speed to reach in the sea and pick a fish up
  I'm fly against all laws of gravitation
  I crushed all y'all, now you want a collaboration
  But fuck that, you stepped up, so I'm gonna fuck your rep up
  Tear the rest up, with every joint that I press up
  Handling heat and ammo, bullets passing me by
  Challenging me to battle? Man, you asking to die
  Narrow off niggas, squeeze a grenade until it's dissolved
  Bite the barrel of a revolver and spin it
  Nigga forget it, I earned it
  I kill you then come to your funeral and strangle you to confirm it
  Minds carry malaria, sick
  Ask niggas who the best is, you'll hear 5-9 in every area
  Crushing your head, hunting you dead
  You ain't nice
  I battled you before, I don't remember nothing you said
  You was wack, I was gonna quit on it till I thought
  My dick is big enough for all of y'all niggas to get on it
  Making you high off of the smoke, often you're cold
  Making y'all join that big hip-hop nation in the sky
  And it's easy believe me, you better have been fronting
  When you said you was hot, cause you couldn't please me if you was begging me
  [Verse 9: Eminem]
  Some people say I'm strange, I tell them ain't shit change
  I'm still the same lame asshole with a different name
  Who came late to the last show with a different dame
  Brain ate from the last O that I sniffed of cane
  You know you're spaced the fuck out like George Lucas
  When your puke is turning to yellowish-orange mucus
  So when I grab a pencil and squeeze it between fingers
  I'm not a rapper, I'm a demon who speaks English
  Freak genius, too extreme for the weak and squeemish
  Burn you alive till you screaming to be extinguished
  Cause when I drop the science, motherfuckers tell me to stop the violence
  Start a fire and block the hydrants
  I'm just a mean person, you never seen worse than
  So when Slim gets this M-16 bursting
  You getting spun backwards like every word of obscene cursing
  On the B-side of my first single with the clean version
  Stopping your short life when you still a teen virgin
  Unless you get a kidney specialist and a spleen surgeon
  In the best hospital possible for emergency surgery
  To try to stop the blood from your ruptured sternum internally
  I'll take it back before we knew each others' name
  Run in the ultrasound and snatch you out your mother's frame
  I'll take it further back than that
  Back to Lovers Lane, to the night you were thought of
  And cock block your father's game
  I'll plead the fifth like my jaws were muzzled
  So suck my dick while I take a shit and do this crossword puzzle
  And when I'm down with ten seconds left in the whole bout
  I'm gonna throw a head-butt so hard, it'll knock us both out