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conversations.value: Write me a song called These Demons with the following description: Eminem’s first collaboration with Dallas hip-hop artist MAJ provides thought provoking commentary with clever lyricism. It’s clear no subject is off limits for “These Demons,” as the track is filled with references to celebrities, pop culture and current events.
  Eminem creates an outlet through the COVID-19 pandemic and the protests surrounding the death of George Floyd, so that he can channel the civil unrest of the United States and twist it into expressive commentary about the frustration that 2020 brought to the world.
  The song received very little promotion outside of MAJ’s appreciation on Twitter:
  
  
  i just wanna say thank you to my idols/legends @rosenberg and @eminem for this crazy opportunity. Go stream the album, i’m ft on track 10 (These Demons) pic.twitter.com/pUJ27Km3xH— MAJ (@majinmaj) December 18, 2020
  
  
   Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Eminem]
  Yeah, you know what? (
  Loud Pack
  )
  Haters are funny, man (Haha)
  It's like, you're gonna hate it no matter what it is
  Yet you still click on it (
  Zombie on the track
  ), huh, yeah
  [Verse 1: Eminem]
  I want you to change, but don't change (Yeah)
  I want you to grow up, but don't age
  I want the rage, but don't get too angry
  I want the new, but old Shady
  I want you to say what they won't say (Yeah)
  Just don't go too far, but go cray
  I want you to almost lose it, man
  They keep movin' the goalpost, don't they?
  So let's cut to the chase like OJ
  In his Bronco goin' up the roadway (Skrrt)
  And get off my dick
  If I said my balls were yarn, you bitches would crochet (Haha)
  All I ever wanted's a rope chain
  From the day I saw Cool J on Soul Train
  Now I got that Kangol, two cables (Haha)
  One yellow and white gold plated
  Just to let 'em know I made it
  [Chorus: MAJ & 
  Eminem
  ]
  I told my dawgs we gon' get right in a year (
  Yeah
  ), yeah, yeah
  What did it cost? Now I get gone in the Lear (
  Woo
  ), yeah, yeah
  Still have all these demons comin' for my neck, yeah, yeah
  I ain't never comin' down, yeah, yeah (
  Yo
  ) [Verse 2: Eminem]
  This pandemic got us in a recession
  We need to reopen America (What?)
  Black people dyin', they want equal rights
  White people wanna get haircuts (Haha)
  Some people protest, some people riot (What?)
  But we ain't never escapin' this virus (Nah)
  'Til the cops that are racially biased (What?)
  We no longer enable these liars
  You get 'em on tape, they stick to a story
  Like Spider-Man crawlin' upside of a wall and (Yeah)
  Some are just unabiding as lawmen (Yeah)
  Like Garrett Rolfe and like Derek Chauvin (Yup)
  No cap, still riding with Colin (Yup)
  Though some people don't like me at all and (Yeah)
  Some are like (Summer like) bees to flowers (Why?)
  'Cause some people find me appalling (A pollen, haha)
  Ooh, I say a line, people are outraged (Oh no)
  The press slams me again (Yeah), people ain't having it nowadays
  Then give an album that I put out in, like, 2000 you griped about praise
  But I wake up every day even more caked up than the makeup on your clown face
  And I laid my foundation, and
  [Chorus: MAJ & 
  Eminem
  ]
  I told my dawgs we gon' get right in a year, yeah, yeah
  What did it cost? Now I get gone in the Lear, yeah, yeah
  Still have all these demons comin' for my neck, yeah, yeah
  I ain't never comin' down (
  Yeah
  ), yeah, yeah [Verse 3: Eminem]
  I got a question (What?)
  What rhymes with pariah?
  (I don't know) Mm, tsk, uh, LEGO? (Oh shit)
  You just bit into the lit end of the wick
  Shit, I meant, shit end of the stick
  I'm addicted to friction and mischief
  It's like your bitch's midriff, shit gets my dick stiff as a stick shift
  Dick as in Cheney, drip as in saline
  They bring my name up just to get ratings
  It's like trying to choose between Bizzy, Layzie, or Wish against Krayzie
  'Cause I got a bone to pick and Slim Shady (Slim Shady)
  Will thug (Thug) and harm any (Harmony)
  Who attempt to diss Hailie (Hailie)
  Bitch, I will go in like it's raining
  And I get canceled like once a day (Yeah)
  Why would I go? It's more fun to stay (Ah)
  You get me to leave? There's no fuckin' way
  I got a better chance of fuckin' Young M.A. (Ooh)
  Ooh, sounds like I'm zoning
  So me sayin' I'm out, nice to know me
  Is like askin' me where my shin is
  It's down right bologna (Below knee, haha)
  Uh, oh, but we can play hide the salami (Yeah)
  If your gal'd like to blow me (Yup)
  My wave is like a tsunami (Yup)
  These flows you're still tryna wrap your head around like you're a swami (Ha)
  Just call me the mic kamikaze with Mike Zombie and I'ma just keep bombing (Woo)
  'Cause the game is mine like an IED (Yeah)
  If they ever do cancel me like Live PD
  Said I'm takin' some of you with me if I'm leaving (Brr)
  It's time to murder you now, side B, B
  I might be D to the fuckin' I-Z-Z
  Y from rappin' circles around these hoes
  Just like girdles and every word from my mouth's so fire
  I should be burnt to the ground
  There's a fuckin' circus in town, yeah, bitch, this verse finna clown, ICP
  R. Kelly sex tape, I see pee (Look)
  My shit is intense (In tents) like tipis
  You gettin' wiped like TP
  You don't like me? You can bite my little white wee-wee
  And I repeat, you can bite my little white wee-wee long as I L-I-V-E
  And ever since my pre-teens, striped Lee jeans and Grandma Nan's little black and white TV (Yeah)
  Now I'm so bougie that I stick out my pinkie every time I drink tea
  Used to wanna wife Sweet Tee (Sweet Tee)
  Used to rock wife beaters, now I let your wife beat me (Yeah)
  So you can eat shit, but I might be the shit
  So when I say "Eat shit," I mean me