conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Ridaz with the following description: This is a bonus track off Recovery, originally exclusive to the iTunes Deluxe version of the album.
  At the end of the song, there is a D12 shout-out. Although no third album ever materialized (D12 having been disbanded as of Eminem’s release of Stepping Stone), they did record the throwaway “Hit Me With Your Best Shot” and “Fame (Going Crazy)” during this span of time (2010-11). Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  Aw, man, yeah
  You ever be in the club, man
  You get in a fight
  And people that you don't even know jump in?
  [Verse 1]
  You feel, like you wanna hit somethin', your fist clenches, you're pissed
  You just wanna get someone with shit, jump on this
  You're 'bout to get your shit pushed in
  , I'm just inches away
  From splittin' your shit wide open, 
  no stitches can save
  You'll die with your eyes open, you hope this isn't the way
  You end up going out, but I guess it just is, I'm afraid
  Razors, scissors, and blades make Jason say, “Isn't this great?”
  On-lookers participate in this ass-kicking debate
  That's startin' to take place in the middle of the street
  Little did you know there'd be an all-out brawl, soon as you heard this beat
  Emergency personnel rush to the murder scene
  But it's too late, it's absolute pandemonium, whisked away
  In an ambulance is your fate, nothing nobody told you
  When you left the house today could've made you anticipate
  Such an ass-whipping, okay, 'til the anger dissipates
  You'll get punched in the face, reciprocate, come on!
  [Chorus]
  So, what the deal, ridaz?
  Would you excuse me, while I feel my nuts?
  My balls are feeling a mighty big now
  I might just have to dig down and pull 'em through my britches
  I said, “So, what the deal, ridaz?
  Would you excuse me, while I feel my nuts?
  My balls are feeling a mighty big now
  I might just have to dig down and pull 'em through my britches” [Verse 2]
  You step in the place with enough misplaced anger to catch a case
  Anxious to get in some shit, got your gangstas all with your ladies
  You better go get your mace 'cause Shady said so
  You may wanna pick up the radio and bang it against your face
  That's how fuckin' rowdy you feel, now do you still wanna grill?
  If you don't wanna get the shit beat out of you, chill
  'Cause if you doubt me, you will, yeah, 
  got me a pill, found me a thrill
  I got a couple of drinks here, and I'm bound to refill
  Girl, howdy, how do you feel, ma?
  This cocksucker did not spill my drink, oh, hell nah
  He must be trying to kill my buzz
  I will not budge, so what the deal, ridaz?
  Now here they all come, and they got your back in, like, two seconds flat
  And that's probably a record, yeah, you wasn't expecting that
  'Cause they want in on the act, there's a Cognac bottle
  We snuck it in 'cause the beer that they was serving here was only tap
  I'm bitin', I fight dirty, you might get kicked in the nuts
  You're frightened, like, “This guy might hurt me”
  You're quite certain he's nuts, I've hit myself in the face harder
  Play smarter, you may start her over, you need a chainsaw to
  Dig your way out or go powder your nose, pussy
  The louder you yell, the harder I slap the shit outta you hoes
  You set it off, faggot, so now how do you 'spose
  We settle it? Hit me in the nose, we'll see, how it goes [Chorus]
  So, what the deal, ridaz?
  Would you excuse me, while I feel my nuts?
  My balls are feeling a mighty big now
  I might just have to dig down and pull 'em through my britches
  I said, “So, what the deal, ridaz?
  Would you excuse me, while I feel my nuts?
  My balls are feeling a mighty big now
  I might just have to dig down and pull 'em through my britches”
  [Verse 3]
  It's sheer hustle, I bob, weave, deflate your beer muscles
  We're tusslin', the crowd's startin' to cheer us, and
  Adrenaline's rushin' through us just like a geyser gushin'
  Too much Budweiser in my blood, I'm stranglin' your windpipe for nothin'
  My signature's ligature marks, look at you all
  Big with your remarks 'til I swing an icepick at your heart
  At least that's what it feels, like when I pick ya apart
  And dig at ya, and break you down like the bitch that you are
  The predicament starts, when I throw a brick at your car
  The pain inflicted upon you is so sick, it's bizarre
  Shit, this is almost ridiculous, addictive as far
  As havin' me wanna rip out your fricking ligaments, 
  arr!
  You hit like a bitch, you scratch me with your nails for that
  You catch an open hand slap, like a female like bap
  In fact, I'll have the crowd smackin' you themselves
  Where's D12? I don't feel like doing this by myself, come on! [Chorus]
  So, what the deal ridaz?
  Would you excuse me, while I feel my nuts?
  My balls are feeling a mighty big now
  I might just have to dig down and pull 'em through my britches
  I said, “So, what the deal, ridaz?
  Would you excuse me, while I feel my nuts?
  My balls are feeling a mighty big now
  I might just have to dig down and pull 'em through my britches”
  [Outro]
  Yeah, what the deal?
  I'm feeling hard as hell right now, homie
  I almost feel
  Invincible and shit
  Ayy, Dre
  You got me feelin' like
  I can't be touched right now, fool, ha-ha!
  I'm unstoppable, damn