conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called We Takin’ Over (Remix) with the following description: After delivering one of the best verses of 2007 on DJ Khaled’s song “We Takin' Over”, Wayne decided to freestyle over the song. AGAIN! He murdered it, plain and simple. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  Yessir!
  It's me
  The rapper eater, haha!
  Feed me! Feed me! Feed me!
  No homo
  Ahaha
  Yeah!
  [Verse]
  One time for me, one time for the DJ
  He be Khaled, I be Lil Weezy—
  Baby, if you ask me, if you're nasty
  Creative, gifted bastard, spit sporadic
  I'm so diplomatic, democratic
  Touch it, bring it, push it—systematic
  Damn right, I kissed my daddy
  I think they pissed at how rich my daddy is
  And I'm his kid—I stunt with my daddy
  Call Miss Lee, she with my daddy
  So diss me and don't diss my daddy
  'Cause who was there when no one wasn't? Just my daddy
  Who was there when I needed money? Just my daddy
  So who be there when I see the money? Just my daddy
  Who said that I'd be the one? Just my daddy
  Hello, hip-hop; I'm home—it's your daddy
  When I say "deez," I don't mean the Caddy
  I mean "deez nuts," Akons and Khaled
  Rick Ross, Tip, Stunna and Fat Joe
  And I ca-ca-can't forget Brisco
  And yeah, I done squashed the bullshit with Zoe
  It's a bakery here, just tryin' to get dough
  Shout to my dreads, my Haitians and chicos
  You looking for me, ho? I'm in the 3-0—
  5,
   
  I'm the best rapper alive
  Homeboy got a mind that a map wouldn't find
  Homeboy got a nine that a cop wouldn't find
  But I could get to it even if I was blind
  Like a scary movie, they screaming when I rhyme
  I'm a king—you can ask Stephen if I'm lying
  I'm a Prince, too demanding like my mom
  Too bold
  , too cold like wet salam—
  Mi, me, it's all about me
  If the girl got a voice, then she talk about me, me!
  He say, she say, I say me
  We'll be in the M-I-A-mi
  With me, and T, and Big Ronnie
  And the homie Streets prob'ly somewhere on the beach
  And Tez and E prob'ly somewhere in the Jeep
  And Marl' in the Phantom with Mr. G
  And me! Me! It's all about me!
  Play with me and it's all-out beef
  Beef! Yes! Chest! Feet!
  Tag! Bag! Blood! Sheets!
  Yikes! Yeeks! 
  Great Scott—
  Storch, can I borrow your yacht?
  Watch me and my clique go all-out
  Like the ball in the stands, we balls out, ugh!
  Boy, I don't know what y'all 'bout
  But I just spit like a dog mouth
  Pink ice, just looking like a hog mouth
  Vroom!
   I had to bring the hog out
  Light them trees, bring a log out
  Every day Christmas, I'm eggnogged out
  And hip-hop is my new-bought house
  My flow just grew legs and walked out—bye