conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Dumpin’ with the following description: The song is originally performed by the group called “Parts Unknown”, which is a group consisting of the rappers Dirtty Ratt and B-Flat, featuring D12
  The song is the tenth track of an album entitled “Payin' Dues” by Parts Unknown (Dirtty Ratt and B-Flat).
  Both were members of Soul Intent, by that time, but were more focused on their then-ongoing duo. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Eminem]
  Ayo, yo, this is motherfuckin' Eminem
  Dirty Dozen, 'bout to show you
  How we set it when we come through
  Know what I'm sayin'?
  Word up, bitch-motherfuckers better raise up
  Y'all motherfuckers better raise up!
  Ayo, buss it! Ayo…
  [Verse 1: Eminem]
  I'm a pit bull terrier, triple darin' ya
  Scarin' ya with a derringer
  Ready to make you wet like a submariner
  Tearin' ya frame out with homicidal lines
  Bringin' the drama and the trauma to your mama's vital signs 
  (Blaow!) A verbal shot fired, this mic's been hot wired
  Uppercuts to your chin, knockin' your snot skyward
  Rappers wanna be screenplay actors
  So I'm givin' they spine fractures
  Like linebackers from the Green Bay Packers
  And roll over 'em backwards, Dirty Dozen
  I'm someone you just don't wanna see, like a nerdy cousin
  So keep your distance when I get this tense
  You see my fist clench? It's gonna be some bullets dispensed
  You best to keep your premises fenced
  You missed hints, any resistance
  Get you voided like misprints
  You'll end up with no teeth left makin' a beef threat
  When I roll up on your set
  Don't get it twisted like Keith Sweat [Hook 1: Eminem]
  When I get to bustin', you best to get to jumpin'
  I'm touchin' somethin'
  Fool, I'm comin' through dumpin'
  My beat's bumpin', you hear it thumpin'?
  That oughta tell you somethin'
  Bitch, I'm comin' through dumpin'
  Bullets hit you, your heart stops pumpin'
  Your blood starts clumpin'
  I'm comin' through dumpin'
  If you don't know, you best make an assumption
  I got you slumpin'
  Fool, I'm comin' through dumpin'
  [Verse 2: Proof]
  A proven fact, my pact got your whole team movin' back
  We never losin' slack, I paid dues in rap
  I'm runnin' till my shoes are tapped
  My writers use them gats, my thugs fuse them cracks
  Relax and catch a contact to an amusin' track
  Slugs dispatched on any street riz and mismatch
  My team'll get busy, like rednecks on some six packs
  My fist crack the featherweight
  , my words'll never break
  A clever snake'll be forever fake
  Let me get this cheddar straight
  Makin' dough is a part, so is the heart, my flow is the art
  Me and the mic Gomez like Lois & Clark
  Weapons concealed until death, now see 'em
  My chrome shatter bones that lack calcium
  Knockin' domes out the ballpark
  Your dawgs is all bark, plus you got a small heart
  Now save them corny lines for Hallmark
  I want the sunny days and money paid in them figures
  A microphone fiend
  And on my own team there's fake niggas
  Mums they rocked the cradle, I spot the fable
  They made the shop and stable, with grass top the table
  The Glock enable when I pop the fatal
  Phonies that I plot prenatal wax
  The player haters never make it back; I'm dumpin' [Hook 1: Eminem]
  When I get to bustin', you best to get to jumpin'
  I'm touchin' somethin'
  Fool, I'm comin' through dumpin'
  My beat's bumpin', you hear it thumpin'?
  That oughta tell you somethin'
  Bitch, I'm comin' through dumpin'
  Bullets hit you, your heart stops pumpin'
  Your blood starts clumpin'
  I'm comin' through dumpin'
  If you don't know, you best make an assumption
  I got you slumpin'
  Fool, I'm comin' through dumpin'
  [Verse 3: B-Flat]
  Ayo, we don't say fat, we stay [scrow?] business
  The third nigga on the mic, representin' [roughanopolous?]
  Ain't shit stoppin' us, 
  old school like Cold Crush
  Slice and dice MC's on the mic like cold cuts
  Live and direct, comin' straight from the ghet'
  Where niggas keep it real and make these girls' panties wet
  I can't forget the DJ, he play, we say
  Funky type of shit that make the crowd wanna flip
  We don't bust clips, guns is not in us
  But when shit get deep it's a must that we bust
  Arm, leg, leg, arm and head
  Or afros and facing bald heads all way down to the dreads
  40s to drink, endos we smoke
  And the rims that we ride on are true, deez spokes
  Tires, 
  know a lot of Michaels, but they don't live on Myers
  Bitch's pussy tight, here come the dick pliers
  What's my name? Call me sire
  [Real wide?] on the mic, like titty dancers on the fire
  When you hear my beat, [?] live crowds jumpin'
  I’m comin' through dumpin’ [Hook 2: B-Flat]
  Other MC's like Doug E. Fresh ain’t sayin' nuttin’
  Bitch-nigga, I'm comin' through dumpin'
  Go to the church, I’ll have the dick in cold humpin'
  Word up, ‘cause my shit be comin' through dumpin'
  [Verse 4: Eye-Kyu]
  When I'm lifted, don't quiz this, it ain't worth it to risk it
  I quick with the gift, and twice as swift with the biscuit
  Headed back to ship off
  All these niggas' ass around Christmas
  They know it's the time of year, they be expectin' my visits
  Doin' 90 on the henzel, runnin' to get it
  And twist you niggas like a pretzel
  Blows come in three, like the 
  Godfather
   trilogy
  I'm Micheal Corleone with this mic
  Bitch, you ain't killin' me
  Let me see some hands to make sure y'all feelin' me
  I'm stickin' you up for your rocks
  And y'all gon' give 'em up willingly
  Rap is my life, and that's why every day I live it
  Punches holes in the floor, like wack rappers records
  Man, ain't a nigga in here is bringin' in drama this thick
  Then they time to come up shorter
  Than bloods on a midgits, shit, can you dig it?!
  [Hook 3: Eye Kyu]
  Kyu comin' through with somethin'
  Guarenteed to make your whole fuckin' block jumpin'
  Comin through dumpin'
  When we come, we got your knees crumblin'
  Y'all niggas ain't sayin nothin', ‘cause we comin' dumpin'
  What you talkin'? Nigga, get to walkin'
  See your bitch-ass crew stalkin', but we gon get to dumpin'
  You don't want it, while headin' back up off it
  I'ma tell you how it is, nigga, ‘cause we dumpin'