conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Baby with the following description: The hook of this song is reminiscent of the song “Taking my Ball” from the album Relapse (Refill).
  The whole song is filled with dense rhymes and wordplay and is replete with pop culture references such as the titular hook which is a reference to the movie Dirty Dancing or the mention of The Mighty Thor who is a major Marvel comic book character.
  The track was included on the bonus edition of MMLP2. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Verse 1]
  One thousand different houses and Münchausen,
   I'ma make you
  Wanna punch out some-fuckin'-one: "Ouch! What the fuck you hit me for?!"
  Screamed life as I punch counter, in bunches out of anger
  I once encountered a stranger in a dumb gown
  Black hoodie with a scythe, shit, I laughed in his face, spit
  Bitch gave me an extra life, like, "Take this!
  Now get your ass back in that game, bitch! Don't take shit
  For granted, and don't take shit, give it!"
  Only bull you should take is by the horns, 
  a mixture of Whitey Ford
  And Mighty Thor, I everlast, pen is mightier than sword
  Finish writin', then record, replenish, keep writin' more
  Nothing's ridin' on it but your pride, that's all you're fightin' for
  So you fight, scratch, you claw, backs to wall, no one was there to catch you fall
  You pick yourself back up, you dust your jacket off
  You grab your balls like they're gargantuan
   and ask yourself how fuckin' bad you want it
  Pull out your badge for whoopin' ass and flash it on 'em
  Nobody's gonna back you in the corner, you're a hornet
  No one's more ignorant than you fuckin' four in the mornin'
  You're at the laboratory, stormin' like there's nothin' that's more important
  Emcees, you better consider this a formal warnin', you're in for it!
  Girl, what would you do if I said your body was off the chain
  And I told you I smile every single time I saw your face?
  I ain't finished, bitch, I meant "in half", oil the blades
  Nobody wants to play, 
  they say I'm a spoiled lil' baby, but— [Chorus]
  Nobody puts baby in the corner
  I'm only tryna warn ya
  'Cause that baby gets mad and gets to throwin' a tantrum
  He'll fuckin' flip on ya
  'Cause nobody puts baby in the corner
  I'm only tryna warn ya
  'Cause that baby gets mad and gets to throwin' a tantrum
  He'll fuckin' flip on ya
  [Verse 2]
  What goes through an addict's brain besides static pain
  And Big Daddy Kane, breakbeats and words? 
  An erratic train
  Of thought like splatter paint, scatter brain
  Yeah, maybe that explains why you're back but don't rap the same (Yeah!)
  And you're lookin' way thinner 'cause your hunger got you lookin' like
  They took away dinner
   (Chicka) "Sugar Ray" Leonard
  Wouldn't sugar-coat a fuckin' booger though just to wipe that bitch on a hooker's coat
  When you say you're a (Chicka) what? (Chicka) GOAT
  Now fling that bitch from your fingertips, hope it lands on
  Another rap singer's lips who can't think of shit anything of wit
  That's interesting to spit, yo, who's king of this fuckin' English lit?
  Let your middle fingers flip on each hand while extendin' the shit
  How low can you go? 
  Lower than Chuck D, ho
  Hear the bassiness in my voice?
   
  Rocky's back, where my Adrian's?
  Nobody's crazy as Shady in an eighty million mile radius
  I'm what Tom Brady is to the Patriots
  To rap;
   
  I'm not a man, I'm a weapon who just happened
  To be a rapper who just happen to be on the crapper
  When it happened I had an epiphany in the bathroom
  I'd never be the same after now I'm back with an appe-
  -tite for destruction and a fuckin' recipe for disaster
  So let's eat 'cause I'm famished, 
  every deed is a dastardly
  One, evilest bastard, even you askin' for me to be po-
  -lite to people's like me havin' my teeth pulled [Chorus]
  Nobody puts baby in the corner
  I'm only tryna warn ya
  'Cause that baby gets mad and gets to throwin' a tantrum
  He'll fuckin' flip on ya
  'Cause nobody puts baby in the corner
  I'm only tryna warn ya
  'Cause that baby gets mad and gets to throwin' a tantrum
  He'll fuckin' flip on ya
  [Verse 3]
  So step inside a dimension demented side of a mind that's like
  An inside of an engine 
  while I multiply your undivided attention
  But be reminded: if I didn't mention
  I lose my mind and my temper you'll be the first one who finds him offensive
  Got him climbin' the fences, lost some time to addiction
  But look up "rhyme" in the dictio-nary, I'm in the picture
  "Eminem" is the synonym for it, I'm an enigma
  Fuck it, let's get to the meatballs, I'm gonna skip the
  Veg and potatoes, edumacator (They are)
  Shit, legends are made of, 
  spit treacherous data
  Shit that you would say to your worst enemy
  This wretched is what you get when you mix Treach with a Jada
  Then combine 'em with Method Man and Redman
   
  with metham-
  -phetamines in each left hand, in each right is a sledgehammer
  In pajamas, standin' in front of a webcam
  Beatin' themselves in the head 'til Russell lets him off Def Jam
  Maybe I need my head exam-ed, 
  Hannibal Lecter with a dead lamb
  Hangin' from his ceiling, drippin' with a bed pan
  I need meds, swear to God 'cause if I go off the edge
  T.I. ain't talkin' me off the ledge, man
  Heart-throb that'll fart, ah, nah
  More like a smart slob, part blob that'll stab you with a sharp ob-
  -ject to the heart and leave claw marks all over the Wal-
  -Mart walls, little baby with large balls
  Fuck mud-slingin', I'm blood-flingin'
  There's nothing on this fuckin' Earth better than bein' the
  King of the playground, I hate the swings, but I love bein'
  An underdog 'cause when I'm pushed I end up swingin' (Ah!) [Chorus]
  Nobody puts baby in the corner
  I'm only tryna warn ya
  'Cause that baby gets mad and gets to throwin' a tantrum
  He'll fuckin' flip on ya
  'Cause nobody puts baby in the corner
  I'm only tryna warn ya
  'Cause that baby gets mad and gets to throwin' a tantrum
  He'll fuckin' flip on ya