conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Off The Dome Freestyle with the following description: Detroit legend Eminem unleashed a freestyled lyrical barrage on “Off The Dome,” where he raps extensively about multiple different topics and issues. On the boastful track, Em brags about his rap skills, his placement in hip hop, and his intelligence. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  Uh, uh, uh, play that shit
  What the fuck you doing Stretch
  Gotta stretch your neck
  You better protect it
  I’mma Inspectah Deck
  Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ho, ho
  [Verse 1]
  Paul Where’s my words at
  Yo see Slim Shady yo, where the birds at
  Being flipped the middle ones
  Rappers get these little ones in they mouth
  These little nuts, yeah
  Shit, I don’t care I ain’t afraid to admit it
  I got a little dick yeah, but so do you
  You scared to admit it
  You won’t spit it on this mother friggen mic
  Cause I will strike and smack your ass like a friggen fag
  And I don’t care if you get offended
  I never pretended to rock this microphone beef
  You wanna start it now we’ll end it
  Cause when I slip in the zone up on this microphone
  People want me to do a written rap but fuck that go home
  I don’t really give a damn I’ll kick right off of the top
  And everything that I drop always gonna remain hot
  Let on the spot, Slim, I mean woops, Grim it’s when im dim
  Yo, I’m in affect mode
  Rappers get they neck sewed
  Get they whole threshold fucked up
  Get they damn fleshed sewed
  Ha, ha
  I busted, I kill it, I crush it, I do it, the fluid, I spill it, I’m ill wit
  These motherfucking rhymes that I be coming with and running with and kick you in yo motherfucking stomach with bitch
  Cause you don’t want none of it
  Rappers always try but they always die
  And rappers always look to me and tried to lie
  (Arf, Arf)
  Yo, where my dogs at
  Yo (err, ribbit) where my frogs at
  In the house, It really doesn’t matter cause I still turn it out
  When I step on this mic, smacking your spouse
  Ha, Ha
  The illest MC to come off the top
  When I get this drum off
  Yo Strech give me a break, let me catch my friggen breath
  And till` the death, bust rhymes till` there’s none left
  I’m wanted for theft and robbery
  And probably smack a bitch up in the lobby G
  Cause she don’t want none of me
  I’m the illest MC to ever hold a cordless on the planet earth and you’ll see
  That I’m from the friggen D
  Ya’ll don’t get my point I’m from Detroit
  Smoke your fake ass like a joint
  That’s the first simplest rhyme I ever said in my life
  But, at the end of the night I’ll still be fucking your wife
  Shit, I really don’t care your style needs to switch
  Cause you ain’t rich, that’s why you ain’t rich
  Remain underground, can’t come off the top
  You can’t drop rhymes nonstop like this
  I might twist my friggen dick up in your ear
  Rappers always wanna stand clear
  I’m a motherfucking landmine
  Ya’ll don’t understand mine
  I’m Slim Shady showing out like my tan line
  Ha, ha
  The illest MC to rhyme
  Every time the illest MC of our time
  I rhyme time and time twice but I’m nice
  With this mic device I slice right through your Adams apple
  I had a Snapple and a motherfriggen syringe
  Up in the bathroom I shouldn’t have but yo I boinked
  To any MC up in this shit who want some
  To any MC who wanna step up and get some
  Get done, fuck competition
  Let me catch my breath one more time
  Yo, I’m on a mission
  To stomp any MC comp I just trunked
  And swamp is this truamp a word?, no its not
  Yo, but here I go with this lyrical, lyricols, spiritual flows, that I flow so hysterical
  Driving MC’s crazy, Slim Shady, up in your motherfucking radio baby