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conversations.value: Write me a song called Eminem’s Basement (Freestyle) with the following description: This track is a freestyle session with D12 as part of a Rap City Basement special with Big Tigger, performed in Eminem’s basement around 2002.
  The instrumental used is the same as “Say What You Say”, from Eminem’s then recent album The Eminem Show. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Verse 1: Big Tigger]
  It looks a little different, it's Eminem's basement
  It's Big Tig here to raise a little hell
  Puttin' it down wit' Green Lan and D12
  You know how we do, the whole damn family
  Representin' DWJLB
  Representin', pass the mic to the left
  So my man Kon Artis can wreck [it to death?]
  [Verse 2: Kon Artis]
  What is it my thang size, or the way that I talk?
  Is it the clothes that I wear or the way that I walk?
  That's making you stare at me with this glare
  That let's me know that you're unaware
  About this Glock in my underwear
  It's just another day in the life
  Of me making a widow out of a wife
  With a happy life
  Yup, better up walk it away player
  These hay-makers don't last longer than an energizer pacemaker
  [Break: Proof]
  Dude, dude, dude
  Yo, yo
  Um, where I'm at, where I'm at
  I'm right here [Verse 3: Proof]
  Ay-yo, my name is big Proof
  You know me, holla at a fast freak
  That's got R-Kelly's name tatted on their ass cheek
  I blast heat at your feminine flow
  And watch your chest leak in the street like the "Eminem Show"
  What are you trying to blow guns that we've got
  We're from the "D-Town"
  We're bound
  You shoot we get the rebound
  You understand, I'll reduce your  squad
  If Will Smith is Ali
  Then Proof is God
  [Verse 4: Eminem]
  Yo, honestly I don't even know if I can come after that 
  (Yes he can)
  Ay-yo, In my mind I'm a fighter
  My heart's a lighter
  My soul is the fluid
  My flow sparks it right up
  But arsenic writer
  Author with arthritis, carpal tunnel
  Marshall will start shit-itis
  Hard-headed and hot-headed
  Bull-headed and pig-headed
  Dick-headed a prick, a big headache I'm sick
  Quick-witted for every lyric spitted
  There are 6 critics who wait for me to slip wit' it
  So quick, this dynamite stick, bury the wick
  It's gonna explode any minute
  Some lunatic lit it
  And it's not Nelly
  Do not tell me to stop yelling
  When I stop selling I quit so stop dwelling
  I am not failing you fuckers are not ready
  Cause I got jelly, like Beyonce's pot belly
  This is destiny, yes, money
  I'm off running so get off of me
  I am not slowing or softening
  No apologies
  I make on this-
  (Put the mic down, the cords too hot)