conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Trapped (Full Version) with the following description: The song pertains to the serious beef going on between Eminem and Benzino, and between Ja Rule and 50 Cent.  Benzino’s song “Die Another Day” called for Eminem to be killed and even threatened his young daughter.  Proof’s outrage at the beef and loyalty to Eminem is reflected in this song and the song “Kurt Cobain,” in which Proof raps “I’d die for Em and save Hailie, brave maybe.” Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Proof]
  Derty Harry is dead [x4]
  I'm here to announce that Derty Harry is dead
  Now witness the life of his son, or Oil Can Harry, The Boss
  [Verse 1: Proof & 
  Eminem
  ]
  My life is trapped in these lines, that’s why I’m packin' these nines
  I gotta rap, I ain’t dyin', that’s in the back of my mind
  Got a strap made of iron, can’t relax on this grind
  Bendin' over backwards for these slackers 'til I’m snappin' my spine
  Natural high, gotta focus, on these bogus poachers
  Lookin' over my shoulder, Proof get it poppin' like soda
  Hold up, 
  we nothin' but soldiers
  Slow up, 
  this gun is loaded
  Roll up, 
  they beef and we leavin' ‘em coked up!
  If Slim say it, I spray it; if he will it, I kill it
  We Kilpatrick and Ilitch of Detroit, y'all can feel it
  Real as this gun on my waistline, at war we don't waste time
  Ja, man, he can’t take a punch and 50 can take nine (brrrah!)
  We got Schoolcraft here at the 7, 8, and Dexter
  I’m up in Hollis spendin’ dollars, ain’t feelin' no pressure
  Yes sir, your texture is bitch, betcha you flinch
  When Proof shoot up that coup and wet your whole clique
  Fuck it, who's next on this shit? This is breakfast time, bitch!
  When you brothers is stiff as slugs exit ya wig
  You'll be next to B.I.G., Pac, it's destiny kid
  Before ya lid get popped, stop testin' me, bitch! [Chorus: Proof]
  Homie, you think you tough? (What?)
  Think we won't fuck you up? (Punk!)
  Even the innocent get pistol-whipped by this pistol grip (Punk!)
  Talkin' shit, you drunk? (What?)
  Think I won't fuck you up? (Punk?)
  We both deep, I ain't scared and I don't give a fuck (Jump!)
  [Verse 2: Proof]
  I ain't fail no games, homie don't even try
  We ain't bowin' down to no one, we gon' start a riot (yeah)
  Heart of fire, soul of ice, roll the dice, see what you get
  No advice all my life, I ain't leavin' this bitch
  I'm a man, I'm holdin' my ground, unloadin' these rounds
  At any clown approachin' my crown (brrrah!)
  I'ma keep it grimey, nothin' but killas seen behind me
  I'ma bully fully 'cuz your team is tiny
  If I was to crush you, God can’t save you; Bibles are nothin'
  This rifle I'm clutchin' to leave you stifled on crutches, hah
  I fight for my cousins that ain't even related
  Even I'll state it now, from life I leave you bleedin' and faded
  Hatin' made in my nature, I'm clappin' and clackin' your captain
  Smackin' faggots and act as a rapper with platinum status
  Ya liver flappin', I'm slappin' 'em backwards
  Half of these rappers' status to shadders
  Knowin' Proof and the Mathers has gathered an army
  It's Shady bandanas, after us the game is one
  Who in the matters get plain-fashioned brain damage
  The name that some forgot, D12
  It ain't hard to feel, guard ya grill, it's real! [Chorus: Proof]
  Homie, you think you tough? (What?)
  Think we won't fuck you up? (Punk!)
  Even the innocent get pistol-whipped by this pistol grip (Punk!)
  Talkin' shit, you drunk? (What?)
  Think I won't fuck you up? (Punk?)
  We both deep, I ain't scared and I don't give a fuck (Jump!)