conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Bang (Remix) with the following description: Following the success of the original single, Conway the Machine decided to make his crew, Griselda, re-unite on the official remix of the track (that maintains the original verses and hook, as well), probably in order to celebrate their new deal with Eminem’s Shady Records.
  This time, thus, he and Marshall are assisted by Westside Gunn and BENNY THE BUTCHER, who contribute to make “Bang” even more menacing and hard-hitting. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Conway the Machine]
  Yeah (Brr), uh
  (Brr, brr, brr)
  (Brr, brr, brr)
  Machine
  (Brr)
  It's not a game, nigga (Brr, brr)
  It's not a fuckin' game, nigga (Brr, brr, brr)
  Look, look
  [Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
  Ayo, I use the Arm & Hammer just to fluff my brick
  Say what I wanna say and I don't give a fuck, I'm rich (Ahh)
  Tuck my fifth, don't hesitate to bust my shit
  I tell you niggas like Kyrie, "Suck my dick" (Haha)
  I don't trust a soul, I don't even trust my bitch (Uh-uh)
  Before I fall in love, I'd rather cut my wrist (Ahh)
  I sweat Ace of Spades, nigga, that's how much I sip
  Body a rap nigga quick before the Dutch got twist (Ayo, let's roll somethin')
  Yeah, the shotty ring, this shit is not a thing (Uh-huh)
  The chopper make your body lean, my niggas body things (Brr)
  Uh, I'm with the jackboys, I'm with the robbin' team (Uh-huh)
  On my mama, I never rocked a pair of Robin jeans (Hahahaha)
  Everything I jot is mean, how you gon' stop Machine?
  My name, it probably ring like Las Vegas slot machines
  The MAC by my pelvis in my Helmut Lang (Uh-huh)
  The shells'll bang, make everything outta your helmet hang
  Uh, the mayo jar was Hellmann's when I swirled the 'caine
  Then I wrapped the yayo up in cellophane (Woo)
  My shooter got Dame Lillard from the elbow aim
  I thought of that while I was courtside at the Melo game (Ahh)
  Bricks are off-white, I imported some (Uh-huh)
  Whippin' all night until the mornin' come (All night, nigga)
  Still pitchin' long nights until my fortune come
  That's big checks on the side like the Off-White Jordan 1s, ugh! [Chorus: Conway the Machine]
  Ayo, they think this shit a game, nigga (This shit a game, nigga)
  Ayo, they think this shit a game (This shit a game, oh word?)
  Ayo, they think this shit a game
  Until I pull up, let it ring (Let it ring)
  Until I pull up, let it ring (Let it ring)
  Until I pull up, let it ring
  Ayo, they think this shit a game, nigga (This shit a game, nigga)
  Ayo, they think this shit a game (This shit a game, huh?)
  Ayo, they think this shit a game
  Until I pull up, let it bang, nigga (Let it bang, nigga)
  Until I pull up, let it bang (Let it bang)
  Until I pull up, let it–
  [Verse 2: Westside Gunn]
  Ayo, SE Gang, who fuckin' with that (Ah)
  Growin' up, everybody mama loves you on crack
  We got bodies (Got bodies, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
  The masters of Pinoy
  My nigga did five, he came home with a kiloid
  [Verse 3: Benny The Butcher]
  Yeah, I was listenin' to Stan with coke flippin' in the pan
  I brought enough quarters back to go scrimmage with the Rams (Let's go)
  When it comes to my plug (Uh huh), it won't fit in the sedan
  Comparin' us, you can't do it, it's like Timberlands to Vans
  Official only, you know that, pistol under the floor mat
  Been hated on more than Jesus, locked up more times than Kodak
  The pots handy, pitched for my family like Sandy Koufax
  Gave my connect a fresh hundred grand and he hand me dope back
  Blocks and jail walls to spots on the Billboard (Uh)
  Posted up in them traps and they knocked until dawn (Ayo, who that?)
  The foreigns ain't cheap and these watches still cost (Skrrt, ah)
  Glocks so big, one shot knock your wheels off [Chorus: Conway the Machine]
  Ayo, they think this shit a game, nigga (This shit a game, nigga)
  Ayo, they think this shit a game (This shit a game, oh word?)
  Ayo, they think this shit a game
  Until I pull up, let it ring (Let it ring)
  Until I pull up, let it ring (Let it ring)
  Until I pull up, let it ring
  Ayo, they think this shit a game, nigga (This shit a game, nigga)
  Ayo, they think this shit a game (This shit a game, huh?)
  Ayo, they think this shit a game
  Until I pull up, let it bang, nigga (Let it bang, nigga)
  Until I pull up, let it bang (Let it bang)
  Until I pull up, let it–
  [Verse 4: Eminem]
  I used to be a man of the people
  Hit the clubs and mingle (What up?)
  Used to dream one day I'd be fuckin' P!nk like a flamingo (Pink)
  That was back when I smoked Canibus
  Man, but it was tough, 'cause I was a fan of his
  So it sucked to hand him his ass, but
  Yeah, lookin' back on my feuds
  How me and Ja Rule almost got cool
  'Cause we shot pool back in '01
  Was it '02? I don't know, but
  Something told me fuckin' not to
  Then we got stuck in high school, I shoved an Oscar up his wazoo
  Yeah, but I think of the rappers I slayed and buried like every night
  And every career I might've killed, sometimes I say a prayer and I
  Wonder is there a heaven for a G? And if so, is the sanctuary nice?
  Studios for rap like Coolio, shootin' craps at gangster's paradise
  Huh, here a mic, there a mic
  Everywhere a mic, share and share alike
  But just don't compare alike
  Instead of comparin' me, pick a fair fight
  Compare me to lightnin', that similarity's strikin'
  Compare me to Jaws
  Compare me to Manson, Marilyn or Charles
  Compare me to Nas, Biggie, or Pac
  Do not compare me to that Iggy bitch
  Or all this fuckin' Milli Vanilli hip-hop
  This is where all that silly shit stops
  Compare me to the pistol that triggered this thought
  The semi, the Glock, 9 millis get cocked, I'm sending a shot
  Don't come around with them floss raps tryna stunt
  Compare me to Meek, big wheelies get popped
  One by one, compare 'em to scabs, I'm picking them off
  They're going home to fuck Nicki Minaj, aw
  Compare me to Diggity-Das, yah
  I'm hickity-hitting it raw, ha
  In the trailer park (Haha)
  Told her I'd play the part like Kanan Stark's
  Ate her twat like a Tater Tot, oh shit
  Get the strap like a trainin' bra
  Lunchtime like at eight-o'clock
  But Shady's not for the faint of heart
  Goin' at these pricks like Lorena Bobbitt
  Y'all want drama, we can make a scary movie like Marlon Wayans
  Y'all lookin' at the charred remains of Charlamagne tha God
  Slim whip, Westside, and Conway are not playin'
  I cock back, aim, and I spray ya like (Bang)