conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Welcome 2 Hell with the following description: Eminem and Royce da 5'9" open their introduction as the Bad Meets Evil duo to welcome their listeners to the Hell: The Sequel EP in their own unique way by trying to outdo each other using double-time flow on the intro song “Welcome 2 Hell”, foreshadowing the lyrical masterclass that is to come in the tracks past it.
  As the song progresses, Em’s and Royce’s turns get shorter until by the end they’ve merged and are finishing each other’s lines, symbolizing their presence as a single entity on the album. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Eminem]
  Yeah (Yeah)
  Told you we'd be back (Told you we'd be back)
  Welcome to Hell (Welcome to Hell)
  Heh!
  [Verse 1: Eminem & 
  Royce da 5'9"
  ]
  There's a switch I flip, emotions cut off
  So cold, I done froze my butt off
  And this ain't even the tip of the iceberg yet
  It's like squirtin' a squirt gun in the ocean, fuck all
  Other words, I ain't put a dent in the game compared to the damage I've yet to do
  As long as you still have feelings to hurt,
   
  I'll be around as long as you let me get to you
  Long as I got two balls to palm, I'll be the bomb, you? Just a false alarm
  Get scant, little piss-ants, and see if I don't come along and stomp your farm
  Thunder and lightning, rain, hail, sleet with a tornado's the kinda brainstorm I get
  So when wind starts blowin’ shit
  Talk about goin’ in? Goin’ insane’s more like it
  Wizard of words when he spits hazardous with it
   
  like a disastrous blizzard
  So you better listen quick, fast, don't miss it
  Yeah, go ahead, little, prick bastard, diss it
  But when you get hit with a sick-ass explicit flow
  Don't ask how much of his passion is it that goes in it
  Just know that all he knows is that it's better to kick ass than kiss it
  Dick Dastardly of audacity
  Mental capacity, unmatched it has to be stopped but it can't be
  But man, I can't just keep doin' 'em like that or no one'll rap with me (
  Yeah
  )
  Except one, you ask who is it? [Verse 2: Royce da 5’9” & 
  Eminem
  ]
  Guess who just came through to blast you bitches?
  With the ratchet, the book of Matthew, a book of matches
  Lighting 'em under white linen (
  Oh!
  )
  You 'bout to have to admit it
  They pass you the mic, ask you spit it
  And you got handed your own ass, your ass in your own hands
  I'm sure they gon' laugh when you go into to the bathroom with it (Haha) (Woo)
  Now with what would you come against us?
  Better be somethin' with a Bigfoot pedigree
  Easily, these are the reasons that we need to be in y'all prayer
  Each region breeds 'em, MCs that wanna be the remise
  That they wanna breathe our air (Yeah)
  , 
  with these ideas (Yeah)
  Anybody thinkin' the game don't need the bad and the evil regime
  That's like saying that the Bad Boy Piston team didn't need Isiah
  [Verse 3: Eminem]
  Shit, piss, and bleed, this is a different breed of MCs, I swear
  Better beware, there's too much at stake and to find someone this raw on a beat is rare
  You can kiss my ass and eat shit stains out my underwear that I don’t even wear
  [Verse 4: Royce da 5’9” & 
  Eminem
  ]
  This gotta be no fair (Fair), this like hitting the lottery, oh yeah (Yeah)
  Who you know hotter? There gotta be no pair (Pair)
  Shotty that I got'll lobotomy your hair
  Classic, smash it, smother it, read it and weep it
  Perhaps you will have no rebuttal and (
  Woo
  )
  In fact, you seein' me in this rappin' is like saying
  Tila Tequila can sing like Jazmine Sullivan [Verse 5: Eminem & 
  Royce da 5'9"
  ]
  Back to bash your skull again,
   
  push a bitch out the Aspen
  And tell her get the fuck outta Dodge (Dodge Aspen)
  Shouldn't have to explain my metaphors
  You has-beens are duller than color books that ain’t colored in
  Second and third, fourth wind, got another wind
  Here they come again, none other than Bad and Evil
  Also known as Saddam and Osama Bin
  It's been a long time, but I bet that neither one of us
  Have felt sicker than we do right now
  And we only get iller with time
  Me and Nickel fuckin' shit up on the dime
  So telling us to pipe down is like talking to a meth head
  Bruce Willis on his death bed, last breath with an infection
  Fightin' it while he's watchin' internet porn, 'bout to meet his death with an erection, my God (
  My God
  )
  What I mean is David Carradine jackin' his penis in front of his tripod, choking his own neck
  What part you don't get? I'm saying I die hard!
  [Verse 6: Royce da 5’9”, 
   with Eminem
  , 
  Eminem
  ]
  When you listening to 
  my bars
  , nothing but the F-
  I-R-E
  Coming out your iPod, 
  we
   come up in a place
  Chicks heads start spinnin' like motherfuckin' white walls
  Got your mother suckin' my balls while
   
  we
   
  fuck each other
  , 
  we
   
  punch each other in the eyeballs
  And I never say, "I'm so–
  rry," the 5’9” and the 
  Fire Marshall
  We
   
  spit with an intensity
   
  to shut shit down
  In the industry, two different entities with a propensity
  To put these N-U-Ts up inside of your fuckin'
  Mouth
   (
  Haha, haha
  ) [Outro: Eminem]
  Oh shit (Oh shit), stop it (Stop it)
  Yo, welcome to the CD (Welcome to the CD)