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conversations.value: Write me a song called Shitted on Em with the following description: Philadelphia rapper Privaledge teams up with Compton native Kendrick Lamar to deliver a hard freestyle. The two artists spit their rhymes over the beat from Nicki Minaj’s 2011 song “Did It On'em.”
  Privaledge spoke about the collaboration on his Soundcloud page in 2014:
  Me and Kendrick did this song when Nicki Minaj “Shitted On Em” song first came out. So it’s a pretty old but still a classic. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Verse 1: Privaledge]
  Yo, I said back up on my body shit
  Like I ain't' even body it
  The Maserati doors flip back, like a karate kick
  I got to get that and party with that
  And prolly with the same ones
  I come in this game with, Im Mobbin' with
  All my niggas thorough from DC, to Cali shit
  V-A to P-A, to G-A to D-E, to D-A
  Want to catch a nigga, seats and body slit
  Circle so tight
  Its even harder to get out of it
  People say I'm border line crazy
  But I'm proud of it,Everyday I'm destined to be
  They couldn't swallow it, the hollow shit
  A double barrow pump
  Will get him out of it
  50 Caliber Magazines couldn't model it
  A monument, I stand tall
  Something like I'm Solomon
  Cop is trying to see my Facebook, so they follow em'
  All up on Myspace, the fuck out of my face
  Been repping 5'2 ever since I was 5'8
  5'6 to 5'2 the 40 divide you
  According to Sky Blue, now he repping that Piru
  Shorty is Pi too, He don't want it with my crew
  You ain't' got to fuck with dennis rodman, to die dude
  I play the side, they wanted me as pimping
  I told I'm a ball, somebody must have been tripping
  Somebody must have been sipping
  The same niggas looking at me now
  Like damn I knew that nigga was shittin'
  But I'm spittin' real rap
  Got a fake nigga shivering, cause all them punchlines
  Hit the skies for the bitching, look at how we living
  No chef up in the kitchen, but bitches be over three times a week making chicken
  Learn how to rap in the hood, I seen a vision
  Everybody slacked in the hood, but I had a mission
  Now giving back to the hood is my ambition
  So why I live back in the hood, be like an engine
  I don't understand that, I don't follow, I be trending
  Give a model my opinion, one that I ain't' even have to share
  Black Suit, Vladimir, Pen stripe like the magic wear
  Thunder Game, They think I'm wearing the magic gear
  Court side every game, that ass appear
  After the game, Disappear, that's magic yeaah
  Still fuck with the same niggas that got me here
  And I even on yet, look at how im doin yet
  Am I drawn yet? reading paper like a comic
  Look at how they made the beat, look at how im on it
  Corner-back, I'm a quarter back catching all of that
  Wide-receiver still running thinking that I love to bat [Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
  Uh, Hannibal Lector pressure inside my veins
  You nothing but a tangible wrestler
  Stressed to entertain, I intertwine
  With rhymes, while circling candles in the rain
  Cause a seance, call my great aunt
  And tell her I'm insane
  I love the night life, Dracula, e-parasite, where my fangs
  Knowing my vice, advice-giving by killers who obtain
  Bullets and dice, gamble with it
  Put dentures on your name
  Price on your head
  Sell it for cheap, like an eBay domain
  Blucker, ey fucker ! my pedigree might fuck ya
  No homo, take yo logo, and yo promo to an usher
  To walk it down them church pews
  I killed it had a curfew
  A 6 p.m, a black p.m
  That's all they seen, I tucked a murder weapon in my brain
  My nigga, you know the drama I bring
  Clinically Saddam Hussein
  While fucking on the Dom Hossain
  Thas a famous bitch
  Now tell me who you hangin' with
  Its a Privaledge
  To fuck with Kendrick and Kevin durant on some gangsta shit [Outro: Kendrick Lamar]
  Shitted on em
  Man
  And I take my time, to write these lines
  Only aliens can see the signs
  Jupiter's intruder, I'm, looking for another universe to climb