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conversations.value: Write me a song called Child’s Play with the following description: On “Child’s Play,” Young Nudy recruits his cousin and frequent collaborator 21 Savage. Through references to horror classics such as Child’s Play and Friday the 13th, the East Atlanta duo express their disdain for their opponents, detailing just how easily they can kill their opps; for them, it’s just “Child’s Play.” Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Intro: Young Nudy]
  Yeah
  Fuck my dead opps, and all they homies that's livin'
  I want y'all niggas to know that
  That's how I'm feelin'
  On God (
  COUPE
  )
  Fuck a dead opp, yeah
  In due time, in due time, in due time
  [Chorus: Young Nudy]
  I'm like Chucky, nigga, I do my thing
  I creep up on a nigga, pow, bang
  Send them lil' evil motherfuckers
  They got the mask on, they gon' Jason your gang
  Big knife on the stick make a nigga slaughter your gang (Yeah)
  All this money that I'm gettin' make a nigga slaughter your main (Yeah)
  Send them hollows, nigga, ooh, yeah
  Send them hollows, nigga, I'm in the 6
  Lookin' for me, nigga, I'm in the bricks
  Chains on my neck, man, I look like a lick (Look like a lick, yeah)
  All this money in my pocket
  Hangin' out, this shit is sloppy (Sloppy)
  On the block by myself, I ain't worryin' 'bout shit, I'm cocky (Cocky, pussy)
  [Verse 1: Young Nudy]
  Spin somethin', drill somethin'
  Fifty thousand make 'em kill somethin' (Woo), shake somethin'
  Take a chain, nigga, make somethin'
  Killer gang, nigga, all my killers, they don't want fame
  No hashtag, they don't do names
  They just hashtag when they bust a brain
  And I'm bustin' this money, nigga, that's on gang (Yeah)
  Fucked up, gave the wrong nigga change
  Hell yeah, man, I spend pocket change
  Have 'em kill 'em for the money my thing
  I spend the blue and you see the Blue Flame
  Ever seen a bullet bust out his brain?
  Tall killer, man, he just like Michael Myers
  Walk up on a nigga, take off his chain [Chorus: Young Nudy]
  I'm like Chucky, nigga, I do my thing
  I creep up on a nigga, pow, bang
  Send them lil' evil motherfuckers
  They got the mask on, they gon' Jason your gang
  Big knife on the stick make a nigga slaughter your gang (Yeah)
  All this money that I'm gettin' make a nigga slaughter your main (Yeah)
  Send them hollows, nigga, ooh, yeah
  Send them hollows, nigga, I'm in the 6
  Lookin' for me, nigga, I'm in the bricks
  Chains on my neck, man, I look like a lick (Look like a lick, yeah)
  All this money in my pocket
  Hangin' out, this shit is sloppy (Sloppy)
  On the block by myself, I ain't worryin' 'bout shit, I'm cocky (Cocky, pussy)
  [Verse 2: 21 Savage]
  Big 4L, pussy
  Spray the block down, turn the car 'round
  When we come around, shells on the ground
  Strip a nigga, now his pants on the ground
  Wrong move leave your mans on the ground (Fah-fah-fah-fah)
  Paranoid, I be clutchin' when I'm 'round
  Fuck around and leave my fan on the ground
  Blick the spot, switch the box
  Double back and hit his pops (21, 21, 21)
  Big 4L, fuck the opps
  We put switches on our Glocks (21)
  Gen5, one in the top
  Give him the leg-shot, he gon' hop
  Most of these niggas be fake crazy (Pussy)
  I don't say shit like Mutebaby (Pussy)
  Blow a nigga dick like a flute, baby (Pussy)
  When I get bored, I buy me a coupe
  Stand on a nigga, got blood on my boot (Shit got bloody, fuck)
  Steppin' on niggas for fun
  All of my choppers, they come with a drum
  Whenever the opps see us, they run
  Who want smoke? 'Cause we got tons (Pussy) [Chorus: Young Nudy]
  I'm like Chucky, nigga, I do my thing
  I creep up on a nigga, pow, bang
  Send them lil' evil motherfuckers
  They got the mask on, they gon' Jason your gang
  Big knife on the stick make a nigga slaughter your gang (Yeah)
  All this money that I'm gettin' make a nigga slaughter your main (Yeah)
  Send them hollows, nigga, ooh, yeah
  Send them hollows, nigga, I'm in the 6
  Lookin' for me, nigga, I'm in the bricks
  Chains on my neck, man, I look like a lick (Look like a lick, yeah)
  All this money in my pocket
  Hangin' out, this shit is sloppy (Sloppy)
  On the block by myself, I ain't worryin' 'bout shit, I'm cocky (Cocky, pussy)