conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Otis Freestyle with the following description: Busta Rhymes joins with the dog, DMX, just released from the jail (again), to freestyle on the Otis beat from Jay-Z and Kanye West
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conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [DMX]
  I’m taking the mic, fuck who’s next!
  2 niggas repping the R, X & X
  My nigga, there are no raps shit
  My nigga clap shit that quick
  Yeah, we on that shit
  [Busta Rhymes]
  About to roundhouse kick you motherfuckers face off
  My voice so big you can turn the fuckin base off
  Wanted for lots of murders lately - cops surround the place off
  I’m busting DMX up in this bitch
  You better take off
  [DMX]
  Went away for a while.. jail, prison
  Getting down for real, fuck it - living!
  Don’t worry about what condition I’m in
  Cats can't survive half the places I’ve been
  [Busta Rhymes]
  And while a lot of motherfuckers
  Sit and watch the throne killer
  We in the booth barking dog, welcome home
  We spazzing in this bitch
  While we keeping the crowd hyped
  Remind em like what this
  Shit's supposed to sound like
  Dogg, I pulled up in front
  Of the jail to picked you up
  Convoy of whips with about 30 bitches in the trunk
  Come on! [DMX]
  They saying locked down is easy
  But a nigga like me is greasy
  Population or PC, Check my file nigga
  See what I’m on
  Feeding with that thing, then I’m gone
  [Busta Rhymes]
  Most you niggas talk too much
  Putting police on ‘em
  Bunch of blabbermouth-ass niggas: Jackie Gleason
  I dig my foot in your face, putting my cleats on
  You niggas steady watching me putting the streets on
  [DMX]
  You need to think cause I got on chain that something changed?
  Bitch, I am the streets. what's my name
  I’ve been trying to stay sucker free
  But look where the suckers be
  Lit the fire under me, can’t a motherfucker breathe
  [Busta Rhymes]
  I know you baggage claim rapper niggas.. just carry my luggage
  And I take great pleasure whenever it’s time to punish
  Incinerate a rhyme, let me throw their ass in the rubbish
  I don’t give fuck what they think
  You niggas know that I run this
  You niggas can see just what it is and how I’m on it
  How I fuck your money up and be the foulest nigga [DMX]
  Fall back cause of all that noise you're making
  Only lets me know you boys is faking
  Let me know that everything
  You got is mine for the takin
  Before I leave you dead and stinkin
  Look here, I don’t play games, I don’t say names
  Jump through with the guns out spraying lames
  I don’t take aim, hit the whole crowd
  My shit loud!
  [Busta Rhymes]
  Ya’ll niggas know my M.O, I kill you, little boy
  Heatseeker missle whistle seek and destroy
  You ain't ready for the standoff
  And while a dog shooting
  I’m chopping a nigga's hand off
  Funny little nigga, see the way I treat him
  Talk shit when I whoop niggas, than I beat them
  And if you run around, I woop your ass cookoo
  Don't. Talk. Back. When your father's talking to you
  These corny niggas is wavin surrender flag banners
  Taking no prisoners, pussy, I’m teaching your ass manners
  Fuck your ass up bad, more bangers
  And air them out to dry
  Like we left them on clothes hangers
  I’m sickly as hell, eat your body up: cancer
  Who's the nicest in the spot?
  Ya’ll already knowing the answer
  Then I listen to niggas talk
  And they fill me up with laughter
  These niggas say they're "thug"
  But be lookin' more like a dancer
  There's something that you niggas need to know, it's so important
  That I ain't the one to fuck with homey
  I’m tired of talking!