conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Back To Back with the following description: The OG version I uploaded to YouTube in 2015 didn’t have the intro before the verse, which was added in early 2016 around the time I started doing shows.
  This is one of my favorite remixes because it showcases all the skill I want to show as an MC. Good delivery, great rhyme schemes, bar after bar, etc. I was extremely inspired by the feud between Drake and Meek Mill.Expand Share Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  Yeah, this Drake and Meek shit got me charged up
  I heard about a stick up
  Got word about a killer
  He said he need a pickup, his ride done bounced
  Take it to the studio inside out
  Whip like my chick with the headlights out
  They point me out, they like "That boy there"
  Scrawny white boy with the real long hair
  And fuck these rappers they for real all squares
  All y'all Newports, I repeat squares
  Most these boys need reality search
  And I spit that sick shit up out of this verse
  I swear that every time somebody coming out it gets worse
  I be lining bitches up, do a cavity search, go!
  [Verse 1]
  I been at a short dilemma pacing these halls
  Trying to figure out a plan for the tapes and these songs
  Cause for far too long I been facing these halls
  And there isn't a fucking thing that I can blame it all on
  I may be wounded, but I'm limping
  Hit enemies with guitars
  Make them little bitches fall
  All they can see is stars
  Back to back, stab stab, leave you bleeding in the yard
  I'll throw you up in the woods, you'll get eaten by a dog
  Any rapper stepping is a load on my dinner plate
  Put in your dedication and hope, I win anyway
  Beat you with rubber gloves and electric fence, fuck getting tased
  Whoop a niggas ass like "Go, initiate!"
  I'm the best though, I'm flexing on the rest flows
  You can't fuck with Wesco if you ain't bumping Esco
  Loving ladies with the breasts swole, Ernesto
  Chicken heads eligible, hit me with the Crest Pro Health
  Bitch I'm talking 'bout the Oral B Stages
  Her bikini bottom got them coral reef bases
  She told me to eat it and I'm like "Sure, I'll be courageous"
  A Sexy bitch in front of you, the moral be to take it back to back [Refrain 1]
  Back to back, imagine that, rap and trap
  Ripping off the piece, I forgot to strike a match
  Dabbing wax, blabbing facts rather fast
  Literacy keen when it comes to writing tracks back to back
  Imagine that, rap and trap
  Ripping off the piece 'til I'm laying down flat
  Grab a mat, dabbing wax, blabbing facts
  Bitch I been the king, you can bet your ass on that
  [Verse 2]
  Riding 'round Mobile and I be giggling in traffic
  I be bringing in racks while I'm dreaming 'bout disaster hitting
  And hands down, I'm prolific with this rapping shit
  I'm here to spit this crack, it's not coincidence or accident
  So if you ever see me riding and you rap, hide
  'Cause honestly bitch, I would like to see you capsize
  My eyebrows might heighten if you ask why
  Bitch 'cause I'm a shiner like a black eye
  Got Drake pissed 'cause I done ran over six of his woes
  And after my apology I tried to hit on his ho, shit
  You probably try to make her get on slow
  You're a bigger bitch than 
  Action Bronson when he pissed off Ghost
  I got the homies and we trying to find a happening ravel
  I put a bitch in the position of a bat to the batter
  There's so many different ways that we'll be scratching and slapping
  I don't wanna smash in the fashion that Rabbit did after the battles
  Bitch, plus I got proper vernacular
  Peep my grammar, I'm bilingual with ebonics and crackers
  I'm a prophet and a master, they trying to stop me from happening
  When they say they pop a cap in me I cause a catastrophe back to back
  I guess that's what my father wanted from me, huh?
  Raise Hell 'cause I'm coming from the fucking gutter slums
  Got my uncles proud that they're related to their brother's son
  Took my father's name, they was all like (Not another one!)
  I'm kicked back as I'm hitting on the fire
  Clowns in the circus, bet they slip up off the wire
  Tie you to a chair, rip your lip off with some pliers
  Tell Gates "I don't get tired" and hit him with a tire [Outro]
  J: The trails would be covered in snow
  EK: Yeah, meow, meow, no
  *Cat meows*
  EK: There you go, that-- bitch!
  Dude, that cat just tried to bite me
  J: He's a dick man
  (Don't you tell on the cat! 
  That's the attack cat.
  )
  J: Yeah, a little bit
  (He's protecting the house)
  EK: I was just trying to pet him