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conversations.value: Write me a song called Evil Twin with the following description: Slim Shady or Eminem? This song is dedicated to each and has a revealing ending.
  The song also has a similar purpose to Criminal, the closing song of MMLP1. On Criminal, Eminem states that he doesn’t mean what he says in his lyrics, then proceeds to be offensive. On this song, Eminem stops blaming those lyrics on “Slim Shady” and takes responsibility for those lyrics. That doesn’t mean he’s sorry though. Eminem also takes up the crusade that Kendrick Lamar started on Control by stating he plans to call out the rappers that are copying Kanye West, Jay Z, Lil Wayne, and Drake.
  This is one of Eminem’s most complex, subtle, and underrated songs. Pay attention, or you’ll miss a lot of the above. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Eminem]
  Yeah
  Tryna figure out the difference
  But I think—think the lines are starting to get blurred
  [Verse 1: Eminem]
  I'm in a strange place
  I feel like Ma$e when he gave up the game for his faith
  I feel like I'm caged in these chains and restraints
  Grimmin' every stranger in the place while I gaze into space
  ‘Cause I'm mentally rearrangin' his face
  I need a change of pace
  ‘Cause the pace I'm workin' at's dangerous
  There's nowhere to dump this anger, and thanks to this angst
  I done quit chicken heads cold turkey
  And started slowly roastin' 'em
  ‘Cause that's where most of my anger is based
  Fuck your feelings
  I feel like I play for the Saints
  I just wanna hurt you—aim for the skanks
  Then aim for all these fake Kanyes, Jays, Waynes, and the Drakes
  I'm frustrated ‘cause ain't no more N'Sync, now I'm all out of whack
  I'm all out of Backstreet Boys to call out and attack
  I'm goin' all out in this rap shit and whatever the fallout is, I'm strapped for battle
  Suck a duck, crawl out the back—it's a bar fight
  Prepare your arsenal
  And beware of bar stools flyin' through the air and bottles breakin', mirrors also
  And I ain't stoppin' 'til the swear jar's full
  "You done called every woman a slut but you're forgetting Sarah, Marshall
  " 
  (Palin)
  Oh, my bad, slut! And next time I show up to court
  I'll be naked and just wear a law suit
  Judge be like, "That's sharp
  How much that motherfucker cost you, smart-ass?
  You're lucky I don't tear it off you
  And jump your bones, you sexy motherfucker!
  You're so fuckin' gravy, Marshall, I should start callin' you 'au jus'
  ‘Cause all's you do is spit them lyrics out the wazoo"
  Evil Twin, take this beat now, it's all you
  I believe people can change but only for the worse
  I coulda changed the world if it wasn't for this verse—
  so satanic
  K-Mart chains panic ‘cause they can't even spin back the curse words
  ‘Cause they're worse when they're reversed, motherfucker
  Rekcufrehtom!
   
  (
  Rape your mother
  )
  — 
  Tihs!
   
  (
  Kill your parents
  )
  And these kids are like parrots
  They run around the house just like terrorists
  Screamin', "Fuck! Shit! Fuck!"
  Adult with a childish-like arrogance
  Wild ever since the day I came out, I was like, "Merits?
  Fuck that! I'd rather be loud, and I like swearin'"
  From the first album even the gals were like, "Tight lyrics, dreamy eyes!"
  But my fuckin' mouth was nightmarish
  And from the start of it you felt like you were part of this and opposition felt the opposite
  Sometimes I listen and revisit them old albums often as I can and skim through all them bitches to make sure I keep up with my competition (Haha)
  Hogger of beats, hoarder of rhymes
  Borderline genius who's bored of his lines
  And that sort of defines where I'm at and the way I feel now
  Feel like I might just strike first, then ignore the replies [Hook: Eminem & 
  Royce Da 5'9"
  ]
  There's darkness closing in (
  Evil twin
  ), there it goes again (
  My evil twin
  )
  It controls my pen (
  My evil twin
  ), but that ain't me, it's my evil twin
  (
  Then I step out and see my evil twin, he gives me an evil grin
  )
  But he's just a friend (
  Evil twin
  ) who pops up now and again (
  Evil twin
  )
  So don't blame me (
  Evil twin
  ), blame him, it's my evil twin
  (
  Then I step out and see my evil twin, he gives me an evil grin
  )
  [Interlude]
  Welcome back to the land of the living, my friend
  You have slept for quite some time
  [Verse 2: Eminem]
  So who's left?
   
  Lady Gaga? Mess with the Bieber?
  Nah, F with Christina
  I ain't fuckin' with either Jessica neither: Simpson or Alba
  My album's just sicker than strep with the fever
  Get the Chloraseptic, Excedrin, Aleve, or
  Extra Strength Tylenol 3s
  Feel like I'm burnin' to death, but I'm freezin'
  Bedridden
   
  and destined never to leave the
  Bedroom ever again, like the legend of Heath-uh-
  Ledger
  My suicide note's barely legible; read the
  Bottom, it's signed by the Joker
  Lorena said I never can leave her
  She'll sever my wiener I ever deceive her
  Fuck that shit, bitch!
   
  Give up my dick for pussy?
  I'll be Jerry Mathers I ever left it to Beaver
  Get them titties cut off tryna mess with a cleaver
  Golly wolly,
   I vent, heat register, Jesus
  Ever since 19946 Dresden
   
  it was definitely in my destiny
  When on the steps, I met DeShaun a
  t Osborn
  I'd never make it to sophomore
  I just wanted to skip school and rap
  Used to mop floors, flip burgers, and wash dishes
  While I wrote rhymes, tryna get props for 'em
  ‘Cause I took book smarts and swapped for 'em
  They were sleepin', I made 'em stop snorin'
  Made 'em break out the popcorn
  Now I've been hip hop in its tip-top form
  Since N.W.A was blarin' through my car windows
  Leanin' on the horn, screamin', "Fuck the police," like cop porn
  Flipped rap on its ear like I dropped corn
  Fuck top five, bitch, I'm top four
  And that includes Biggie and Pac, whore
  And I got an evil twin
  So who the fuck you think that third and that fourth spot's for?
  And crazy as I am, I'm much tamer than him, and I'm nuts
  Then again, who the fuck wants a plain Eminem?
  But no one's insaner than Slim, look at that (Evil grin)
  (Evil twin) please come in; what was your name again?
  Hi! Faggot
  Look who's back with a crab up his ass like a lobster crawled up there
  Two rabbits, a koala bear, and a ball of hair
  And you're all aware I don't got it all upstairs
  Guess that's why I'm an addict and it's so small up there
  Peace to Whitney
  Jeez, just hit me
  That I should call the Looney Police to come get me
  ‘Cause I'm so sick of bein' the truth
  I wish someone'd finally admit me
  To a mental hospital with Britney
  Oh, LMFAO, no way, 
  Jo-
  -se Baez couldn't beat this rap—O.J., no
  Hooray, I'm off the hook like Casey Anthony, hey ho
   
  (Hey ho!)
  I sound like I'm tryna sing the fuckin' chorus to "Hip Hop Hooray"
  No,
   I’m hollerin', 
  you got bottom-end like an 8-0-8
  And I (base) whether we're fuckin' off that instead of your face so
  Let your low-end raise, yo
  Tango, what you think, ho? Slow dancin' or bowling?
  You tryin' to hold hands with your homie?
  What, you think I'm lookin' for romance ‘cause I'm lonely?
  Change that tune, you ain't got a remote chance to control me
  Ho, I'm only vulnerable when I got a boner
  Superman try to fuck me over, it won't hurt
  Don't try to fix me, I'm broke, so I don't work
  So are you, but you're broke ‘cause you don't work
  But all bullshit aside, I hit a stride
  Still Shady inside, hair every bit as dyed
  As it used to be when I first introduced y'all to my skittish side
  And blamed it on him when they tried to criticize
  ‘Cause we are the same
  Bitch