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conversations.value: Write me a song called 1999 Tim Westwood Freestyle with the following description: Eminem and Proof appeared on the “New York Live Show” with Tim Westwood and Marley Marl.
  This was the second freestyle Em did for Westwood in 1999, with an earlier one on The Westwood Radio 1 Rap Show (the first national radio show in the UK) used to promote The Slim Shady LP and demonstrate that Em was more than a gimmicky Caucasian rapper.  A few weeks later “My Name Is” was #2 on the UK charts.
  I’m a big fan of Tim
  The guy is a one-off
  No one does what he does
  –Eminem via BBC Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Verse 1: Eminem]
  Tim Westwood, Marley Marl and Slim Shady and MC Proof
  Proof on my side, my sidekick
  Y'all can suck my wide -ick
  Said the "ick" without the D in front of it
  None of you rappers want none of it
  I’ll put you on punishment like Big Pun
  Wanna suck my "ick-ick"? Here's a big one
  I'll do it with the fluid that I’m spillin'
  I'm illin', plus I'm chillin', I'm not a villain
  Forget the controversy surroundin' me
  And all these fake-ass press people surroundin’ me, houndin’ me
  But I don't give a damn ’cause I smoked a pound of weed
  Y'all don't want none of me
  So get from in front of me like Chuck D
  All the these bitches wanna walk up and fuck me
  Whoops! Did I say that or did I think it?
  I don't know but my brain starts shrinkin’
  My spine starts shrivelin', givin' 'em adrenaline
  When I'm killin' 'em and no DNR for 
  Benylin
  And this is right off the top
  Take a bottle of pop and bit off the top
  Tim, I said that last time when I was on your show
  But it really doesn't matter 'cause I kick this slowest flow
  With a flow that's slow, really doesn't matter
  Said it backwards, but all you fake-ass rappers are actors
  And I'ma bring it to ya
  You got a life and you got a song
  But don't know how to sing it, do ya?
  No you don't, so I'ma kill it
  I'ma cook a cracked egg in a skillet and eat it
  And smoke it and whatever, take my dick and poke it
  Blastin' off right now! [Interlude: Marley Marl]
  Aight! Ha-ha-ha
  No doubt
  No doubt, baby
  [Verse 2: Proof & 
  Eminem
  ]
  Proof!
  MC Proof, here on the mic raise the roof
  Kill 'em like 180-Proof
  D12, D12, D12 (
  D12
  )
  Too many white and black people I been gnarly
  Rockin' with Tim Westwood and Mr. Marley
  It's time for us to do y'all, who y'all?
  We break balls like cue balls, while y'all switch up like RuPaul
  It's true y'all don't wanna mess around with us
  A lotta people I been with is dangerous
  Why's this beat so fast?
  I know
  [Verse 3: Eminem]
  Wow, this beats are a little bit too fast for my headache
  But I don't give a damn, someone call a paramedic
  'Cause I'm pathetic, I need a little bit of Excedrin to make my damn head spin
  I'll do a head spin, a windmill and then chill, and then kill (
  Westwood!
  )
  Whatever, I'm clever with these beat that I kick over these techniques
  Like technique 12 inches, I get blunted
  And any rapper that wants it, don't want it
  They kick in front it, right to their face
  I give, I'ma smackin' it and I don't give a damn
  'Cause I got Proof backin' it
  Y'all don't wanna step to me
  You put your life in jeopardy
  Y'all better choose your mother— weaponry
  Ayo Proof, get on the mic
  Show these mother— what it's like [Verse 4: Eminem & 
  Proof
  ]
  All you motherf— goin' get f— up now
  Aw man
  No cussin', no potions, slow motion, jack off with no lotion
  I'm slower than the flow in the ocean
  I can cause an explosion, to knock water out of an ocean
  When I'm coastin', jumpin' the rowboat and start flowin' in it
  I brought the microphone, my -ick I'm totin' it
  Like a Glock that cock
  I rock the microphone and rock the spot
  And rappers jock a lot, Proof come in whether you're wack or not (
  These voices
  )
  Or dope or not 
  (
  These voices
  )
  (
  I hear them, I hear them voices
  )
  (These voices I hear them)
  (And when they talk I'll follow)
  (I'll follow, I'll follow, I'll follow all these voices)
  (These voices I hear them)
  (And when they talk I'll follow)
  (I'll follow, I'll follow, I'll follow)
  [Interlude: Marley Marl & 
  Eminem
  ]
  Yo, yo, yo, I'ma give you this hot beat
  Marley Marl style
  Go ahead, Proof
  Slim Shady, Marley Marl joint exclusive freestyle [Verse 5: Proof & 
  Emimen
  ]
  Yo, exclusive
  For all our supporters
  Roll your tape recorders
  This is goin' overseas to many different borders (
  Westwood!
  )
  Here it is, Paul Bunyan, he speaks Yiddish
  Niggas and Slim Shady run for the English to the British
  Time for them to get down, stood up, listen to us
  We can rock the microphone and never got to cuss
  Us, trust, nuts, of course we dangerous
  [?] derange the bus is danger
  Well I flip it and I kick and I rip it and I flip
  I figgity back the microphone and figgity-figgity-wheepsy
  Yo, check it out, yo, my hair ain't nappy
  But, yo, can this beat please get a little more happy?
  I diggity what for biggity what
  I biggity bust a savage
  I biggity down, flip them down, flip them like a [?]
  [Verse 6: Eminem]
  Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, hold on, hold on, hold on (Holdin' on)
  This beat a little bit too happy for my stinkin' self
  Nah, this is nice, this is nice
  This is some explicit shit that y'all can't get with
  Get my wrists slit, I ain't a nit wit
  But I'll smoke weed and pass out like a sampling snippet
  Y'all don't wanna hear me rip it
  Y'all don't wanna hear me flip it
  I biggity-biggity-biggity-whoopsie
  Like Das EFX, you get a broken neck
  My textbook, take a next look
  Y'all don't wanna understand the way that I just come off at the top
  And I can always drop everything that I stop
  Or everything that I keep goin' and keep flowin'
  Like the Energizer bunny, that's why it's funny
  When rappers try to step to me and try to step to me
  And battle me for money, 'cause you're a dummy
  'Cause anything that you could say I could use against you (
  Westwood!
  )
  And I can slice your ass like a chem suit
  Let me continue, put the shit on the menu
  Rappers don't wanna step to me
  Because [?]
  Then I continue to bust, never ever trust
  Any MC 'cause I turn 'em all to friggin' dust
  [Verse 7: Proof]
  Yeah, we turn 'em to dust
  Ayo, Dirty Dozen gon' battle with anything
  You better off hop in a plane with JFK
  Display lyrical styles, we get it dirty
  It's Dirty Dozen, D12 [?]
  No need to write this, 'cause when we write this
  Y'all hear Shady, Proof, Bizarre and [?]
  It's time to hype this, get it with this
  It's Tim Westwood, get on your best foot
  Your chest could take a slug from us
  Do drug with us, you bug with us? Nah
  Don't even try that, you hear this stuff?
  Well, next time, the LP buy that
  No time to hide that
  Ayo, the hi-hat, go buy that
  You die flat for talkin' that
  You get bust up, who's that?
  Paul Rosenberg, yo, frozen turds
  Get stepped over, it's time to get it
  [Outro: Eminem, 
  Marley Marl
   (& Proof)]
  Paul Rosenberg
  I'd like to thank y'all for comin' by, man
  Y'all just ripped that
  Did you rip my damn microphone?
  Paul Rosenberg is a small frozen turd
  Why y'all just ripped my damn microphone?
  (Nah, we ain't did nothin' yet, yo)
  Aye, peace London
  Ma-Ma-Ma-Marley
  Peace
  Marley, Tim, I love y'all, peace
  Thank you very much for havin' us