conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Biterphobia with the following description: Soul Intent was an underground Detroit rap group in the early to mid 1990s who were very important to the development of Eminem’s career.
  “Biterphobia” was the B-side off their first single, “Fuckin' Backstabber”.
  
  
  
  
  
  Em is still developing his skills here, and this song highlights his ability to rap fast, which was somewhat in vogue at the time.
  In this song, it seems like Em has swallowed a thesaurus. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Scratches: DJ Butter Fingers]
  [Verse 1: Eminem]
  I'm sneakin' in through the back door; booty MCs get ambushed
  Rammed and squooshed, slammed and pushed, crammed and mushed
  Then I move it on down from the right to left
  So bite the method, prepare to fight to death
  To get jacked, attacked, and cracked in two
  Smackin' through 'til you're black and blue for actin', true
  I'm dreaded like a man whose hair is all strands
  Crews battle me, sniffin' on aerosol cans
  I'm stompin' 'em, kickin' 'em, chokin' 'em, stampin' 'em
  Clompin' 'em, stickin' 'em, pokin' 'em, clampin' 'em
  To electric chairs and tightenin' bolts
  Hit 'em with frightening jolts of lightning bolts
  I'm zappin' rappers, singers, and dancers
  Faster than you can snap your fingers for answers
  Cancer is in the flesh, alive and breathin'
  Survivin' by connivin' and thievin'
  [Scratches: DJ Butter Fingers]
  [Verse 2: Eminem]
  I had a dream I was gettin' jacked by biters
  It felt like I was bein' attacked by spiders
  Developing a fear from biterphobia
  I'm holdin' a gas can and lighter over ya
  If I detect ya, I'ma pulverize
  Dissect your brain, diggin' in your skull for lies
  Then I'ma torture
  With material iller than a stark ravin' mad serial killer
  I'm more dangerous than a loaded chamber is
  A major risk to a plagiarist
  So, beware of the aura
  A terror the horrible will scare ya tomorrow
  It's the airborne assault of the rappers
  Either start developing skills
  Or head for the border and run like hell up in hills
  The choice is yours
  Besides, all these noises force me to scream 'til my voice is hoarse
  'Cause I'm sick of these jabber jaws
  And crabs that grab at yours
  And saboteurs that bite like Labradors
  You're in range of my double-barrel, and your life is in danger, trouble, and peril [Scratches: DJ Butter Fingers]
  [Verse 3: Eminem]
  I trample and stamp liars like they were campfires
  'Cause vampires bite on my balls and clamp pliers and swing on my big thingamajig
  So, I'm bringin' my nig, Proof, for backup when I sing at my gig
  'Cause biters are fallin' head over heels in love with every rhyme that I've said over reels
  That's how I became paranoid
  Chewing my fingernails, pulling my hair, annoyed
  'Cause every time you bit, it was deliberate
  So, I'm forced to hit a little quicker with an ultimatum
  I assault and slayed 'em with rhymes and insults
  And made 'em difficult to fade 'em
  Energetic and imaginative pronouns and verbs
  Predicates and adjectives will reach out and grab you nine times out of ten
  That's why I'm spitting one-of-a-kind rhymes out a pen
  [Scratches: DJ Butter Fingers]