conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Piss on Your Grave with the following description: This track was slated to feature Sir Paul McCartney and land on Kanye West’s 7th solo album, The Life of Pablo. Travis Scott had other ideas: he traded an early demo of “FML” in exchange for this song.
  The song’s aggressive, in-your-face vibe is reminiscent of West’s Yeezus album in both production and structure.
  In context, “Piss on your grave” is a prophetic announcement to the white “executives” of corporate America. The baby boomers have retired, and now only Generation X stands between the Snake Person’s and corporate governance. Kanye and Travis know these faceless men are a dying breed and can’t wait to rain on their parade. Kanye touched on this during his VMA Vanguard Award Acceptance Speech:
  We the snake people bro, this is a new, this is a new mentality. We not gonna control our kids with brands. We’re not gonna teach low self-esteem and hate to our kids, we’re gonna teach our kids that they can be something. We gonna teach our kids that they can stand up for themselves. We gonna teach our kids to believe in themselves.
  The song’s instrumental samples Jimi Hendrix’s “Machine Gun.” Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Kanye West]
  Yo, yo, yo
  [Verse 1: Kanye West]
  I use your face as a urinal, then do the same at your funeral
  Piss on your grave, piss on your grave, piss on your grave
  Piss on your grave, piss on your grave, piss on your grave
  This one here for the executives, fuck you and all of your relatives
  Piss on your grave, piss on your grave, piss on your grave
  Piss on your grave, piss on your grave, nigga, behave
  Nigga, behave, nigga, behave
  [Verse 2: Travis Scott]
  Us niggas, we can't behave
  We mobbed on the pave, got treated like slaves
  Young niggas treated like slaves
  This the moment I've been waiting for
  This why I moved to Cali, stepped outside and got shaded for
  Told momma, "Bitch, get back in the door"
  I've been comin' up and down, a nigga can't take no more
  Kamikaze over commas
  Benjamins, dividends stuffed in my jeans, I can't fit in
  Poppin' pills since droppin' Ritalins
  Pop a penicillin, nigga, you gotta get with it
  My, my, my, my, look at little Scotty now
  The same fuckers used to doubt
  All preachin' that they proud
  I pull my zipper down and whip it out [Verse 3: Kanye West]
  Piss in your grave, piss in your grave
  Turn this up, teacher
  Play this in the third grade, in the third grade
  Can't hide from the truth
  Now, we 'bout to go ape, we're 'bout to go ape
  These streets is not safe
  These niggas ain't playin', these niggas ain't playin', huh?
  These niggas ain't playin'
  This for my fam, this for the fam, do this for the fam
  Hop out of the Lamb', hop onto the 'gram
  What the fuck was you sayin'?
  Piss in your grave, piss in your grave, piss in your grave
  I'll piss on your face
  I'll piss on your bitch, I'll piss on your date, ugh
  Fuck is you sayin'? Fuck is you sayin'? Fuck is you sayin'?
  Me and La Flame, is you not entertained?
  [Outro: Kanye West]
  Huh