conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Favorite Bitch with the following description: On “Favorite Bitch,” Eminem and Ty Dolla $ign personify hip hop as a woman, addressing their love/hate relationship with the genre. The two of them reflect over their careers, their failures, their successes, and how they are perceived in the music industry.
  Multiple rappers have used women as a metaphor for hip hop in their music, most notably Common on his 1994 classic record “I Used to Love H.E.R.” Eminem himself has previously used the same concept as well, on songs such as “25 to Life,” and “Seduction,” both from his 2010 album Recovery. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Sly Pyper & 
  Eminem
  ]
  Nah, for real, you know what I'm sayin'? Like
  Like music's my first love, right?
  But what it turned into is like
  You know, these, these cats got it now, she just like a ho
  (
  They ain't doin' like BlackNailz do it
  )
  You know what I mean? (Yeah)
  It's not real (Yeah)
  Switched it up, then everybody—
  Done changed the shit on that damn—
  Yeah, everybody done ran through it
  Mumble rappin'
  Ain't no more substance in shit
  Right, right
  They don't treat it the way it needs to be treated
  I kinda want that old thing back
  [Verse 1: Eminem]
  Yeah, I was young, I was hungry
  I was chasin' the bag at twenty-one, I was lucky
  To find an unеaten fucking (What?) honeybun I forgot about
  Now I got money fallin' out, fiftiеs, hundreds, and twenties (Twenties)
  And I know nothing is funny 'bout the Manchester bombing
  But we got something in common (What?), both of us are alarming
  Foul, disgusting, and awful (Yeah), so repugnant and ugly (Yup)
  I could give the Boston Marathon a run for its money, yeah
  And you could say I'm a little bit immature
  But this type of literature got me a little richer
  But I get insecure when them other dudes hit on you, girl
  You're letting 'em fiddle with your clitoris
  Remember you were my fucking— [Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
  You used to be my favorite, bitch
  Things'll never be the same, ain't it funny how you changed
  Up and flipped the script?
  You done let a bunch of lames fall through and go plain
  That I can't permit
  You ain't have to do it like that, told you I'd be right back
  Look what you did, I need a new chick
  Like the music, I have to bounce on my favorite, bitch
  [Verse 2: Eminem, 
  Eminem & Ty Dolla $ign
  ]
  Always hated my smile
  Mama told me it's goofy
  I'd get picked on at school
  Come home and she'd school me
  She never sugarcoated it to me
  She said if I wasn't so stupid and ugly, I wouldn't always get bullied (True)
  I think of my struggles (Yeah) and get emotional
  Could be 'cause how behind the eight-ball and far in the hole that they put me
  Now I'm on a roll like a Tootsie (Yeah)
  I'm just trollin' you pussies
  But I'm like a stroller 'cause you'll see just how I roll if you push me
  But that's what I do this music for
  When I was goin' through some of the hardest times, I drew from her
  But she's like the devil 'cause I just can't let loose of her (Lucifer)
  'Cause the thought of losin' her makes me wanna just let loose on her
  Then I hit the studio, tryna rendezvous with her
  Tell her, "It's a butt-dial girl," yeah, booty call (Haha)
  That's how it used to be, 'cause you and me, we ruled the world
  And we made Curtis blow (Kurtis Blow, 50)
  Fuck, I miss them days [Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
  You used to be my favorite, bitch
  Things'll never be the same, ain't it funny how you changed
  Up and flipped the script?
  You done let a bunch of lames fall through and go plain
  That I can't permit
  You ain't have to do it like that, told you I'd be right back
  Look what you did, I need a new chick
  Like the music, I have to bounce on my favorite, bitch
  [Interlude: Eminem]
  You fuckin' leavin' me, bitch?
  I don't think so, sit your motherfuckin' ass down
  I swear to God, you run to that door
  I'ma put one in the back of your fuckin' head
  Now I'ma ask you this one time
  And your answer better be "Yes"
  [Verse 3: Eminem & 
  Ty Dolla $ign
  ]
  Would you marry me again
  Now that everything has changed? (Yeah)
  It'll 
  never be the same
   (Nah)
  As the era whence we came (Who?)
  From Nas to Pac, Ra (Yeah), Eric B. and Kane (I know)
  But I know a few from this era that are lyrically insane
  And although most are never gonna hit the level Cole or Weezy at
  Or be emotionally attached to 
  Yo! MTV Raps
   (Yeah)
  Runnin' home from school to catch an episode, the feeling that
  It gave you to rip the plastic off the tape you're holdin'
  Peel it back, yeah, tear it off, and play it (What?)
  And swear to God, four o'clock
  We'd crowd around the TV, Butter in his underwear and socks
  When Naunie was Kon Artis (Yeah) and Proof had his hair in locs (Doody)
  Yeah, back when Flavor Flav had us wearin' clocks
  (Back with) Back with Ed Lover (Yeah)
  And there was two Dr. Dre's, that's a paradox (Pair of Docs)
  But I never thought I'd get so jealous
  At the thought of letting you go psychologically
  It's gonna bother me, my eyes are already watery
  Part of me don't wanna stop (Yeah) 'til I get you back
  If I gotta put the work in and tell you I'm never givin' this up
  Other part wants to tell you just to get fucked
  Go back to whatever dick that you sucked (Ah)
  Get back together with them, you slut
  Givin' up the vagina like a trip to the gynecologist
  When I helped you become bigger than you were
  But I guess that it slipped your mind, you must be biding your time
  Looking for someone to come along that'll make you feel like I did back when you were mine, huh? (Damn)
  But truthfully, it was never really you and me exclusively
  And there's too many new MC's you can choose between
  But no matter how many motherfuckers ran through it, they can't do it like me
  But I can't keep burnin' the candle at both ends
  And I can't handle it when I leave and you find another one
  Now I gotta take this beat and dismantle it
  I won't grieve when I kill you
  But if I can't have you, bitch, nobody can
  Can't believe I used to be your 
  favorite,
   bitch