conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Right for Me with the following description: In this 5 minute lyrical spectacle, Eminem brings back his horror-core side with many signature extended metaphors, insane flows and rhymes that made him a house hold name.
  The title is an allusion that “no woman is right for him” – just hip hop. The first verse ends with “The girl was just not the one suitable for him”, the second with “And that’s more likely to find someone that’s [right for me]”, and the last verse with “That day will come before I stumble upon some ladies [right for me]”. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Verse 1]
  I feel phenomenal as usual
  Pharmaceuticals, glue sniffin', pools of vomit at Bonnaroo
  But I don't know if I'm in Tennessee, Chicago, or Houston
  In the corner tryin' to seek solitude
  Shallow but such a hollow dude
  I won't even swallow solid food
  Alcoholic too, plus I'm on lean like the Tower of Pisa
  Top it off I'm on mushrooms, so fuck all of you!
  Roses are violet, mollies are blue
  Lost in a ball of confusion, it's all an illusion
  It's probably the shrooms I'm on
  ‘Cause I think I started hallucinating, ‘cause I just thought I heard Jay Electronica and Odd Future's new shit
  And all I could do was follow the music
  And end up with Paula Abdul at Lollapalooza
  Fillin' water balloons with nail-polish remover
  Just to pop 'em and wallow in fumes
  I feel uptight, I gotta get looser
  After I finish polishing off this bottle of booze I got a solution
  Concentrated like orange juice, so I'm not as deluded
  ‘Cause all this delusion got me seein' shit
  Excusez-moi, but that hoochie that passed
  You see her ass? Wouldn't make her my main squeeze
  Butt juicier, ass, it belongs in a juicer
  It's mouth-waterin' too
  So I walked over to her, like, “I’m Marshall
  Wanna try to meet my standards? I'll introduce ya"
  Oh, I'm a misogynist too, but I'm not a masseuse
  But my attitude is rubbin' off on the youth, uh!
  Chronic abuser, and I don't mean a user of marijuana
  I mean verbal assault that I use to smoke all of you losers
  Got a bazooka, a shotgun, a Ruger, a Glock, and a nuke
  And a Rottweiler too, and I'm not in the mood, so
  When I say I'm bringing the TEC out
  I'm not coming to repair your fuckin' electronic computers
  God, I'm gonna puke, I'm so gone off the hookah
  I think I swallowed a loofah
  I'm tore up, demolished, I'm fuckin' stoned like Oliver
  Like I looked Medusa in the eyeball to seduce her
  The thoughts I produce are loony tunes
  The box of reusable latex gloves and the socks and the shoes
  That were placed next to Veronica's boobs
  And the paycheck stubs that were stuffed in the glove box
  In a blue Honda with used condoms were clues
  The girl was just not the one suitable for him [Hook]
  Right for me, (that will) change me
  Rearrange my head to be
  Just right for you and me
  Don’t laugh, please listen to me
  [Verse 2]
  Thought I’d give in to the pressure
  Collapse and crumble perhaps, relapsing under that
  Well, that's a bunch of crap
  In the clutch, I'm the Captain Crunch of rap
  And I'm sick of acting humble, that's enough of that
  Fuck that shit, cut the sack
  Like it's a natural reaction
  That's why I'm actually trapped in this shoving match
  ‘Cause push keeps coming to that
  I can keep getting my ass kicked and coming back
  Like a sarcastic crumpled sack of shit, still mad
  Disgruntled, had some struggles, yeah
  But that passion and hunger's back
  What a fantastic juggling act!
  And the way I flip my tongue on the track
  It's like verbal acrobatics, but in fact
  Last time I tried to pull off a dramatic stunt as drastic
  I fuckin' crashed my hovercraft
  After I strapped a duffel bag to my back
  And stuffed a massive punchin' bag in it
  And an elastic bungee strap, rubber, plaster, a thumb tack
  And a piece of plastic bubble wrap
  Went spastic and fuckin' snapped
  Jumped and splashed in a puddle of battery acid
  Stumbled back, recovered, back flipped
  And landed on a gymnastic tumble mat
  And for my last trick, lunge on back
  Latch on a NASA shuttle flap, fuckin' snap the rudder in half
  Chuckled and laughed, utter my last rebuttal
  And just as I'm to come crashin'
  I grab my Go-Go-Gadget inflatable gigantic humongous mattress
   
  and ceramic construction hat
  Rub my magic mushroom tat
  For luck, then splat, get up from that
  Face taped to a waste paper basket
  Throw up, then gasp, lungs collapsed
  And that's more likely than finding someone that's… [Hook]
  Right for me, (that will) change me
  Rearrange my head to be
  Just right for you and me
  Don’t laugh, please listen to me
  [Verse 3]
  Couple of shots of Jäger
  Public intoxication, dis-fuckin'-combobulation
  Flooded with thoughts of anger
  While I was away I know probably some of you got to thinkin'
  "You're top ten, ain't cha?"
  Stop it, you fuckers are talkin' crazy
  And stop interrupting, you're not even up in that conversation
  Whether you're punchin' a clock or famous
  Underground, pop, or nameless
  Whatever your job is, I give a fuck what's your occupation
  You're thinkin' just ‘cause you came in with scrubs
  And you brought the scalpel and sponge
  The oxygen tank and the suction and shot the brain surgeon
  Stuck in the operating room
  Once you done swapped your name with him
  Smuggled in Ronald Reagan
  If you dug him up; Donald Fagen
  While juggling waffles, bacon
  A fuckin' McDonalds egg and cheese sausage bagel finagled it
  Flung it across the table
  Then bump it and knock it shake it
  Jumped and got in the way, then disrupted my concentration
  I said fuck it and lost my patience
  They all woke up from sedation
  Ain't none of you Dr. Dre, so then what is it got you thinkin'
  You can fuck with this operation?!
  (Aftermath) Still running hip-hop amazin'
  I'm still pluggin' along
  No need for an assumption, here's confirmation
  I'm up for the long duration
  I'm just looking for something to walk away with
  Some pocket change and a little integrity
  Though I'll probably be jumpin' across the stage
  'Til I'm fuckin' Madonna's age and
  Stuck in an awkward place in my life
  But I shit you not like I'm plugged up with constipation
  That day will come
  Before I finally stumble upon some lady that’s… [Hook]
  Right for me, (that will) change me
  Rearrange my head to be
  Just right for you and me
  Don’t laugh, please listen to me