conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Our House with the following description: “Our House” is used as a metaphor for the rap game. Royce, Joell, Eminem, Joe and Crooked I have all payed their dues and now it’s their time to be on top, warning everyone that the industry is their house now.
  The placement of “Our House” on Welcome To: Our House may also indicate that their house is their album, as “Our House” is the first full-length song, following the intro skit “The Slaughter.” Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Chorus 1: Eminem, 
  Royce da 5'9"
  ]
  I wanna be the best who ever did it
  Don't know if that goal's feasible or it isn't
  But if it is, then, God, if you're listenin'
  Please grant me the strength to crush all competition
  You can't blame me for dreamin', I'm a dreamer
  And if I'm comin' off brash, please forgive me, but that's all I want
  I just wanna be the illest MC
  , that's all I want
  The same time bein' as real as can be
  [Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]
  Mayhem, sickness, murder, horror
  These are the kind of words that describe my aura, 
  G Rap
  Ras Kass, Kurupt, Redman
  I am cut from that cloth
  , write a rhyme about me, you a dead man
  Cool J, "I'm Bad" video, learned the whole
  Routine and performed it for my father's friends while they smoked and drank
  Symphony, D.O.C. inspired me to write what
  Would eventually put me on airplanes like B.o.B
  Canibus, Wu-Tang, you know our history, but hats off
  When we rap this Jack Frost, we outline the track chalk
  Thank God for the one-two cadence
  Thank God for the lunchroom tables
  I'm tryna be the sickest nigga, dead or alive
  And if I happen to fall short, it's been one hell of a ride
  Chronic 1 and 2, lookin' up at the sky, at the sun
  Up until the day the sun is you
  You listenin' to hip-hop, you in Jay' house, Wayne' house
  Nas' house, Em' house, 
  our house [Chorus 2: Skylar Grey]
  So welcome
  To our house
  Where no one
  Comes back out
  You won't find
  Comfort
  In here
  In here
  In here
  [Verse 2: Joell Ortiz]
  When I was a little boy, I wanted to be a rapper
  Wanted to be on the radio and snappin' pictures after
  And so I grabbed my pen and pad and scribbled chitter chatter
  It started off wack, but in the words of a ten-year-old, my shit was gettin' phatter
  I hit the studio at sixteen, stupid ill
  Not knowin' how the booth would feel, what's ADAT's and two-inch reel?
  How you ad-lib? 
  What's a punch? I ain't a boxer
  But I, sure enough, learned the ropes, look, D and Mike, ya made a monster
  Now every day's a game of Contra, I got ninety-nine men
  An infinite amount of rounds inside this mighty fine pen
  This is my dream, don't fuck with it, I'm tellin' you
  'Cause anyone can get dusted as long as production is available
  I'm disgusted as a fan, look how niggas soundin', damn
  Weak head: y'all suck bad, fuck swag and your kicks from South Japan
  I'm finna to be the best in this profession, I been invested all my life
  So wipe your feet before you step in 
  our house [Chorus 2: Skylar Grey]
  So welcome
  To our house
  Where no one
  Comes back out
  You won't find
  Comfort
  In here
  In here
  In here
  [Chorus 1: Eminem, 
  Joe Budden
  , 
  Crooked I
  ]
  I wanna be the best who ever did it
  Don't know if that goal's feasible or it isn't
  But if it is, then, God, if you're listenin'
  Please grant me the strength to crush all competition
  You can't blame me for dreamin', I'm a dreamer
  And if I'm comin' off brash, please forgive me, but that's all I want
  I just wanna be the illest MC
  , that's all I want
  Same time bein' as real as can be
   (
  Yo
  )
  [Verse 3: Crooked I]
  In my house, the lights out, no utilities in the facility
  Feelin' my life's 'bout to wipe out, these feelings I feelin' be killin' me
  I pull a mic out, can't strike out, 'cause if winnin' is really my enemy
  I pull a 9 out, blow my mind out, is the end of me really serenity?
   Man
  In my house, it's rap or die, get a piece of that apple pie
  Life is a Pharcyde song, and that bitch just passed us by
  So I got lyrically complex, that way, I could clock checks
  Get my moms out the projects with these concepts, competition can't digest
  And then I stress 'cause the road is rough, I start feelin' like shit's sour
  The electricity in my willpower could still power the Twin Towers
  For ten hours
  , so send cowards the message from Crooked I
  Royce da 5', Joe Budden, Em', Yaowa [Verse 4: Eminem]
  In our
  House, we spit like Sig Sauers, the way I feel now I could spit for six hours
  Straight, only way to be great is to dig down, if you could hear the sound in-
  Side my head sounds like a fuckin' drive-by, that's what the inside of my mind's like
  Lookin' back on my career, even hindsights, tunnel vision, 5 mics
  Never wanted that so bad, felt like I could go mad, 
  nomad with a notepad
  Go Taz, spaz on these ho bags, it bothered me, but I never wanna show that
  Just don't act like it ever does
   even though you know that there will never come
  A day someone blows past you, never was someone who's as dope as you ever was, and you hope that's
  True 'cause the competitor in you couldn't let somebody be better than you, and you know that
  So you don't ever hold back, what? You're gonna go back to workin' a regular job?
  Fuck that, 
  I'ma go hard, grab on my gonads, tell 'em fuck theyself
  They call me a wigger like Renee Zell'
  , 
  but I raised hell like a stay-at-home dad
  Rap is the only thing that I was ever really bad to the bone at
  Guess I'm similar to 
  gangrene
  , when I'm angry, then I'm 
  Hulk Smash
  So much passion but no compassion
  , if eyes are the windows to the soul
  Then it's broken glass, and there's no trespassin', a'ight, now here we go
  Dre stamped me, now I'm stampin' Yelawolf, get ready for the most competitive
  Clique in the world, 
  it's like 
  Clash of the Titans
  , I released the cracker
  , it's time to set it again
  And when it's said and it's all done, none shall ever fuck with this squadron
  So come on in at your own risk, this is 
  our house
  , bitch!
  [Chorus 2: Skylar Grey]
  So welcome
  To our house
  Where no one
  Comes back out
  You won't find
  Comfort
  In here
  In here
  In here