conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Blow My Buzz with the following description: A track off D12’s debut Devil’s Night. The theme of the song is all of the group just wants to take the night off and get high, and there’s always someone who says they need to talk to them. Their response is just go smoke some weed and leave me alone. This songs features all 6 members from D12, which doesn’t happen very often. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Swifty McVay]
  Hee-e
  Hmm, yeah
  This just one of them days when yo' ass just wanna chill out
  And motherfuckers be all in yo' ear and shit, yknowhatI'msayin?
  Or that nagging bitch, that just like to hear herself talk
  Blowing all yo' high away
  Now that's some fucked up shit, heh
  But it happens, yknowhatI'msayin? Yo
  [Verse 1: Eminem]
  Yo, yo, yo, yo
  Schizophrenia, how many of ya got it?
  How many motherfuckers can say they psychotic?
  How many motherfuckers can say they brain dry-rotted from pot?
  You got it like I got it or not?
  If you did, you would know just what I'm talking bout
  When your tongue's rotting out from 
  cotton-mouth
  When you end up becoming so dependent on weed
  That you end up spending a G in the vending machine
  You got the munchies, look at you, junk food junkie
  Potato chips and lunch meat, up in the front seat
  Sometimes you can get so paranoid from 
  ganja
  That's it gotcha thinking the whole world is watching ya
  Or maybe you don't smoke, maybe you just roll
  But whatever your drug's yo, go for the gusto
  Just don't come fuck with me when I'm doing my drugs
  You see me in the club don't come fucking my high up and [Chorus: D12 (& Kon Artis)]
  Blow, blow, blow, blow, blow my buzz
  Do what you want to 
  just don't blow my buzz
  (Do what you want to) 
  And I'm gon' sit here and just roll my drugs
  (My weed) And if you talk I'm gonna fuck you up
  (I might just whoop yo' ass) Just don't say shit and we'll be cool
  [Verse 2: Bizarre & 
  Eminem
  ]
  {*ding dong*} Bitch let me in the house (
  The game on?
  )
  No, I just came to eat your mother out
  It's the big guy, doing a butterfly to the ground (Go 'head!)
  Bizarre, sit yo' nasty ass down!
  I spot this fat bitch from across the room
  Now suck my dick while your boyfriend's in the bathroom (Yea-yea!)
  My face is pink, looking for a sink
  And don't worry bout what I put in your drink 
  (Ha-ha-ha-ha)
  It's called a date-rape drug, ten minutes you'll be fucked up
  Open your nasty-ass legs up (Yeah, you whore)
  Bitches I'm catching, blunts I'm matching
  Don't call me Bizarre, I'm the Reverend 
  Jesse Jackson
  [Verse 3: Swifty McVay]
  Who the fuck is this guy, why the hell you in my presence?
  It'd be cool if you was asking me some reasonable questions 
  (Damn)
  But you on some bullshit nigga, this yo' last beer 
  (For real)
  Get the fuck off my dick and tell yo' bitch to bring her 
  ass here
  I kick a ho out without giving her cabfare 
  (Aha)
  And leave her barefooted just for nagging in my damn ear
  When I'm out eating, you fags'll interfere
  They don't go until I let 'em know a mag' is sitting here
  I get drunk and I smoke weed, whatcho' ass wanna hear?
  I didn't answer you clear, 
  I met Manson this year okay
  ?
  You want some yay? I'll front yo' ass a play
  But other than that, get the hell out my face
  Because you niggas trying to [Chorus: D12 (& Kon Artis)]
  Blew, blew, blew, blew, blow my buzz
  Do what you want to just don't blow my buzz
  (I'm gonna sit here) And I'm gon' sit here and just roll my drugs
  And if you talk I'm gonna fuck you up
  (Shut yo' damn mouth!)
   Just don't say shit and we'll be cool
  [Verse 4: Kuniva & 
  Kon Artis
  ]
  Yo, Denaun, you seem shook
  I really am dawg - look!
  This fat bitch keep chasing me trying to give me the nook
  Aww, man you probably lead her on
  I just bought her a beer!
  I saw her rubbing on your head while she was wiping your tears
  I admit, I was high, but you ain't seen me crying
  Nigga, you lying, and you blowing my high, just stop denying it
  Well at least somebody in this bar is, this big bitch did
  The ultimate by saying she wanted to have my kids
  Look man you grown, just leave me alone, I'm in the zone
  Call it a night, get stoned, and take that fat slut home
  Just drink the drink, hit the dank, do some drugs
  Go kill yourself
  Fuck you!
  Well, stop 
  blowing my buzz!
  [Verse 5: Proof, 
  Rondell Beene
  , 
  Swifty McVay
   (&Kon Artis)]
  I'm at the front of the bar by the lounge in the back
  With a slut on my arm while I'm downing the 'gnac
  Got the pills in my system, floating around
  Every time I start drifting, someone open they mouth
  Yo my ear been spit licked and freestyled in
  I think I'm going deaf like most senile men
  Only one good demo out of three thousand
  (
  Yo, I ain't wanna rap for you anyway
  ) A'ight, peace out then!
  Next nigga that bump me, 
  I'mma do the Humpty
  And elbow bitches, 'til everybody jump me
  Yo, man, whassup wit' you, man, why you keep bumpin me and shit
  (Whassup, fool? Fuck you, punk!)
  Motherfucker, the fuck?
   It's on fool it's on! Whassup then, nigga? [Chorus: D12 (& Kon Artis)]
  Blow my buzz
  Do what you want to just don't blow my buzz
  (Do what you want to) 
  And I'm gon' sit here and just roll my drugs
  (Smokin', rollin', on and on...) And if you talk I'm gonna fuck you up
  (Slap the shit out you!) Just don't say shit and we'll be cool
  [Outro: Kon Artis]
  We'll be cool
  We'll be cool if you don't talk while I'm just trying to smoke my weed
  Smoke my weed
  I'm trying to drink with my niggas; just shut the fuck up
  While I'm just trying to get blowed
  Spitting to me some mo'