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conversations.value: Write me a song called Spread Yo Shit with the following description: Obie Trice addresses those who pervade their slanderous misinformation to depreciate his leverage as an artist.
  Obie Trice does not discourage those who do this to stop, but lets them know that the karma will catch up with them. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Proof]
  Hah! This is DJ Seven Deuce
  Fresh up out your momma's mouth
  So when she spit's you know how I "cum"
  You know what I mean, haha
  We release the Dogg Hour
  Where we give a shout out to my School Craft Playaz
  Detroit's in the house, live at Roll-in-Wills
  Obie Trice baby, check it out...
  [Verse 1: Obie Trice]
  I done did my share of dirt, flipped my share at work
  I'm the nigga that lived and slid through terror turf
  Did it big with clever workers who hid the crack
  In the back bottled up in that Gerber glass
  For what it's worth, I ain't told to have
  I'm just rambling, y'all dick handling
  Telling my past and you don't know me
  Niggas the name's Obie, I'm bout to expose these motherfuckas
  [Chorus: Kon Artis]
  When I was down you had a lot to say
  You should mind your business and walk away
  Talk about them trying to find a way
  To spread yo shit 'round town
  I ain't really got time for you
  With all that ignorant shit you do
  Niggas need money and I do too
  That's why I ain't fucking with you [Verse 2: Obie Trice]
  I wonder would he pass for a passive
  If a massive ass kick's inflicted
  It can happen that quick, when spitting shit
  Rapidly laying down your fag ass click
  From running your lips like a bitch
  All I know is something it gotta give
  Niggas I gotta live, it's not a prerogative
  Don't speak on The Kid
  Lid your speech or rid ya in the streets
  It's so optional, but I will be logical
  Cause when I lodge at you, it's not hospital
  Operating poppin' them hot slugs outta your abdominal
  Now your momma got a funeral attending
  Just for mentioning Obie Trice the Henchmen
  All I wanna do is make music and "bench" man
  "Get my weight up" the same shit that Jay said
  If you hate up, the AK's is sprayin
  Motherfuckers ain't playin!
  [Chorus: Kon Artis]
  When I was down you had a lot to say
  You should mind your business and walk away
  Talk about them trying to find a way
  To spread yo shit 'round town
  I ain't really got time for you
  With all that ignorant shit you do
  Niggas need money and I do too
  That's why I ain't fucking with you [Verse 3: Obie Trice]
  That's why I don't fuck with you cats
  Cause this all wrap with y'all
  But this is not an act at all
  Run ya trap, get clapped and fall
  Spread rumors recieve malignant tumors
  Don't confuse music with us choosin
  Adhesive patches won't cover the bruise
  Channel Two anchors won't cover the news
  They never give a fuck when it's beef between crews
  All I know is Obie paid his dues
  Made his moves and bitch niggas hate the truth
  They rather see me laid in that body booth
  Deep six, rotten so the rats can chew
  That's why I don't fuck with y'all
  You'll run and get y'alls, and that really sucks for y'all
  Talk behind backs but never to him dawg
  Wouldn't that irritate ya boss?!
  [Chorus: Kon Artis]
  When I was down you had a lot to say
  You should mind your business and walk away
  Talk about them trying to find a way
  To spread yo shit 'round town
  I ain't really got time for you
  With all that ignorant shit you do
  Niggas need money and I do too
  That's why I ain't fucking with you
  When I was down you had a lot to say
  You should mind your business and walk away
  Talk about them trying to find a way
  To spread yo shit 'round town
  I ain't really got time for you
  With all that ignorant shit you do
  Niggas need money and I do too
  That's why I ain't fucking with you [Outro: Obie Trice]
  Fuckers, Obie Trice