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conversations.value: Write me a song called Little Engine with the following description: “Little Engine” is a somewhat disturbing Eminem track, where Em raps about his violent habits and being psychologically unstable. Over an eerie beat, Em mentions his “evil intent” and drug abuse.
  The track is one of three on the album that uses a sample from Alfred Hitchcock’s 1958 album of the same name as this one, Music to Be Murdered By, as the introduction of this track comes from Hitchcock’s “I Don’t Stand a Ghost of a Chance With You.”
  In a 2011 interview with Rolling Stone Em revealed how this song’s title was involved in his childhood:
  I just never really got into books. My great-aunt Edna, she would read to me sometimes, like The Little Engine That Could. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Alfred Hitchcock]
  I trust that everyone is enjoying the music
  As the title of the album suggests
  This was meant for your listening pleasure
  While you are being done in
  [Verse 1]
  Call this evil intent, like me in a limo (Yeah)
  Like the shade in these windows
  Smoke gray, ladies go mental
  But no way they can see in though (Nah)
  OJ blade is a pencil (Yeah)
  Propane tank in my cranium
  Code-name Titanium Temple
  I almost swallowed my car
  I call my Mercedes a Benzo
  Bitch, I ball like a baby
  Ball like J, but not Jay as in
  Jay-Z, J as in Leno
  'Cause I got a huge mansion
  No, huge man chin
  , 
  new Manson, loose cannon
  Too scandalous, Sue Atkins
  The kinda crazy you can’t fix
  I'm still the one that your parents hate
  I'm in your house eating carrot cake
  While I sit there and wait and I marinate
  I’m irritated, you 'bout to meet a scary fate
  And come home to find yourself starin' straight into a fuckin' barrel like Sharon Tate
  Dre's on concerto while I narrate
  Yeah, you be on the straight and narrow like a fuckin' arrow shape
  I be on a higher plane in aerospace
  With so much leg-room and air space on this airplane
  Unlike you 'cause you're on a flight too, but it’s a staircase [Chorus]
  Now, little engine go, finna vrin-vrin go
  I’m losin' control
  Heroin and blow, Marilyn Monroe
  Overd-d-dose
  Time to Ri-Rick Roll, up the en-endo
  Like a win-window
  Little engine gone, little engine gone
  [Verse 2]
  I am the top-selling, who cares? (So what? You sound dumb)
  Stop dwelling, then stop yelling (You sound like an idiot)
  I’m not yelling, you're yelling (Shut up, Jesus Christ; guys, guys)
  Smart-aleck, goddamn it (You sound like an idiot, oh my God)
  Fuck is that? Stop hammering, goddamn (Guys, hey, stop arguing)
  That's what it sounds like in my brain
  Much as I fight to restrain
  I have the right to remain violent
  Any rhyme that I say can and will be used against you
  Icicle veins, mics'll get slain
  Like they were strangled with bicycle chains
  You’re gonna have to come identify the remains
  Wait, what?
  I said my head is twisted like a bread tie (Yup)
  Can't get a fuckin' word in edgewise (Shut up)
  Success overnight like a red-eye (Bitch)
  Dressed like a Jedi at a Best Buy on the Westside
  I'm hot, dawg
  No, you're not, I'm the guy with the Oscar at Meijers
  In appliances by the washers and dryers
  Chick ran up like, "Marshall on fire"
  I looked down and said, "No, I'm not, you're a liar"
  She said, "No, your music
  Heard you're back with the Doctor," then I heard [Chorus]
  Now, little engine go, finna vrin-vrin go
  I'm losin' control
  Heroin and blow, Marilyn Monroe
  Overd-d-dose
  Time to Ri-Rick Roll, up the en-endo
  Like a win-window
  Little engine gone, little engine gone (Dr. Dre)
  [Bridge]
  (Psycho) Psycho killer, (Michael) Michael, Thriller
  (My flow) My flow apeshit, (I, I go) 
  I go-rilla
  (My flow) My flow still a (Psycho) psycho killer (Killer)
  (Nitro) Hi ho, Silver
  Similes and idioms giddy up
  [Verse 3]
  I think I can, I think I can
  I know I can, psycho I am
  Michael, my knife go right hand
  In my left hand, I hold mic stand (Yeah)
  Little engine gone (Yeah)
  Chicka-ch-ch-chill, I got z-z-zero, zero, zip, zip, zilch (Yeah)
  Like Kaepernick, I got kn-kn-kneel
   (Nil)
  Word to Goodwill-will, this must be how bein' hood rich feels
  Was a ghetto boy, now I ball out like Bushwick Bill (Eyeball out)
  Finna take you out like an outro
  Bruce Wayne and Alfred, look out, ho
  Blueface meets Albert DeSalvo
  Balboa with a scalpel
  Scoundrel hound with a mouth full of Alpo, now go [Chorus]
  Little engine go, finna vrin-vrin go
  I'm losin' control
  Heroin and blow, Marilyn Monroe
  Overd-d-dose
  Time to Ri-Rick Roll, up the en-endo
  Like a win-window
  Little engine gone, little engine gone