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conversations.value: Write me a song called Head I.C.E vs Serius Jones with the following description: Head ICE battles Serius Jones in a classic battle at King of the Dot’s “Blackout” 5 event. This was the KotD debut for Serius Jones, who has a made his name in the URL battle league. This was allegedly the battle that sponsor Drake looked forward to the most, since he is a big fan of Head ICE.
   Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Round 1: Head ICE]
  I took you cause you somewhat of a spokesman for all my haters
  A out-of-town nigga that could be on the couch or in the bed
  With one of my neighbors
  He feel he got the scoop, but this ain't ice cream
  I'll Math this man then hook, on ice cream
  He thinkin Method Man 'n hook on Ice Cream
  That's why you been Jerry in the circle nigga, no ice cream
  So next time you're in your car, tune in I know why cats want to get at you
  Your records wouldn't ship at a loading dock
  You a nobody like Robocop
  SP right only 2 liters like the soda pop
  S-P-R-I-T-E 2 anyways
  I volleybal your shit then go to the Nets game
  You almost died cause a guy felt her thigh and it wasn't a guess game
  You be trippin, but staying out of the helicopter route
  Cause when we be tripping, we be bringing hella coppers out
  Long choppers, clips like a Harley Davidson seat
  Give you that loud ride to that place you should be
  You a fruit loop with nutrition facts
  Clips ain't spilling milk cause that wasn't the right house
  He went to squab in the kitchen at
  You got prostitutes, a Glock to shoot
  'Lil white bitch that gives you lots of loot
  How ironic you promoting that and her ex-boyfriend
  The promoter is the one who sent you to the hospital
  He's going to rap about my dick cause he prayed for my incarceration
  But my (?) is his cousin
  But you won't hear none of that in the bars he came with
  Fuck boy, no day in jail
  Took myself to the precinct, no Dave Chappelle
  Cause I got 3 daughters nigga, I ain't take it well
  But back to the gutter, you grabbed the clippers
  When Charles Hamilton ran on you like you was getting a haircut
  And that's the chair you rent out of the shop to make money in
  Now that was some sucka, shit
  When Charles Hamilton said some shit in his song
  I ran down on him in the projects elevator like "fuck is this?"
  So when it come down to who would do what
  When a real man step to them, you and him a fucking bitch
  You got no shame, used to be a first ave nigga with no fame
  Muslim nigga who watch Soul Train
  Grew up to date white women, so plain
  You got Kevin heart on Soul Plane
  If I give a bird, man to a young thug I'ma feel a 'lil weezy
  About the whole thing
  You asked Lush did he get shot at like you know the shooter
  When Lush know a shooter that can get you shot at up close and sooner
  You a body! No peace be with you brother Ahmed
  Now take these shots! Arm leg a leg a arm head nigga
  ICE! [Round 1: Serius Jones]
  You is family Ice
  Now you old, fresh out of bars, and trying to be in Jones position
  How ironic cuz
  You got the swag of everybody’s uncle that just came home from prison
  What up Wolf? They might’ve heard that terminology
  But you ain’t break it down properly
  So follow me to the Odyssey, back to the block with me
  Eighth ave when my moms kicked me out, good thing my aunt a g
  RIP, shoutout to Fat Cat, Bogod, Dre Solid b
  That’s Wolf, means We Only Love Family, that’s the policy
  So why is he, still throwing the Wolf up, well let's be honest g
  You been backed up on the pack, let’s get all this shit out
  This your colonic b
  See you remember Drew Hamilton projects? 17th floor?
  I was 17 when you was bagging that raw
  In that cellophane, when we sell to fiends
  And I was a nosey kid
  But he was treating his nose, that’s what the homie did
  See he made that work disappear
  But you was like the Wizard of Oz and y’all know what a O-Z is
  It’s a “O” so them kilos and biz is felonious
  Cuz we know Jones is a OG so let’s think about how old he is
  See I tried to help you when you was whipping that white girl
  Meaning ya girl car
  Then I took you from a local nigga to a world star
  And what you do, typical, never stay in tune
  Wolves don’t worry about getting outshined
  You only howl cuz you jealous of the moon
  They ask you who you came up with, you never celebrate ya goons
  See ICE never say no names but catch em in interrogation rooms
  Aww man, lord knows the G’s us
  You act hard here boy, but you a hardware store, you made them keys up
  He said he G checked T-Rex, please bruh
  See Ice box but when it comes to them treys/trays he freeze up
  It’s aight you know what I’m saying I do this cuz I got the cheat code
  You about to get 84 gram’d, 3-0’s, lets go… [Round 2: Head ICE]
  Suck my dick! Straight like that
  You don’t gotta make no funny sounds to get punched in yo face like that
  We not in the United States, and you don’t know Drake like that
  So after this battle if I decide to rob you
  You don’t know where the precinct is, so I ain’t stressin a case like that
  Nigga I let you taste a bat, or a chrome nozzle
  Beat you with the back of a screw driver
  I
  n front of a bus full of kids and they school driver
  Tell Tashim I miss her head
  But if she ever play with me again I’ma send you her body
  But it’s gon miss her head
  Man miss me with irrelevant fake shit, I don’t take shit
  Including pussy, I wipe my ass and doo doo mush em
  Cuz to us it’s no clue you pussy
  You almost got yourself killed in a fight scene in ya own movie
  You ya own groupie
  I make you choke yourself with ya own jewelry
  Bitch nigga, Casino style
  You and ya brother in a ditch nigga
  Math punched you in ya face
  And had you wandering around like the eye on ya cousin that’s a…
  I need to see paper work
  You riding around in a Benz like you a go getter
  Promoting you got hoes and you a ho nigga
  I get ya car washed and bullets will run through yo chest like these gold diggers
  You a act who play it well
  Have you in that black raised from cells
  Cuz the first gat I raised was a gauge at the age of 12
  What happened to you being Muslim? Newspapers and bean pies
  It’s nothing ludicrous; they all knew you would pork out when it’s beef time
  Gun under the shoulder like deodorant balls
  You hear rapid barks like a Doberman dog
  Then more barks like the owner ain’t home
  Now you know that I’m a pet lover
  The Desert Eagle will leave you but the Hawk'll be ya step brother
  Step brotha, bloaw! Stepbrothers, cuz I give you all pops like step mothers
  Ice will wet a nigga, you wanna buck it? Challenge
  This silver will be under a star like it run with Dallas
  Ask Tony Romo or any other street hooker or fag that know he homo
  And you’ll see how much power behind these punches
  Like watching boxing slo-mo
  I should ox ya throat tho!
  ICE! Nigga! [Round 2: Serius Jones]
  I know he got a voice like he still Sumos
  But it’s funny to me cuz I know the real you tho
  And dog is an old cartoon that ain’t been on in years
  But y’all feel Pluto
  See I been getting chicken and spinach since a squint in my Pop-eyes
  You can’t do me greasy cuz I live oil but I still blew tho
  See you a half steppin back stabbing nigga acting Big Daddy Kane
  That’s why I’m able to kill you bro
  See you sneaky though, like grimey in a bad way
  You yell a lot but you never smoked nobody
  So don’t be a menace when I use you as an ashtray
  See you the type to give the little homie the pump
  And then you gas em, petroleum and told em to dump
  But I’m like damn wolf why you gassed the lil homie to smoke em?
  He like “nah I told that nigga to stop holding the blunt”
  My nigga you petty, Reggie and two start telly smelly
  Never ready teddy, yeah you pender in the grass, just a Rob Kelly
  Fruity, heard you using stems not the one from cherries
  Yeah you got that Keisha but you buns, not the one from Belly
  Chicken felonies, it’s weird charges, you can’t even tell what they mean
  See I’m the bear and you the deer in this here forest, no hook
  I’ll AR-AB through ya bars like Kareem
  See they thought the swag was you
  Nah it’s just what comes with 8th avenue
  Ironic I used to watch you baggin up drugs
  Now you getting drug while I’m baggin you
  See you couldn’t be the plug
  So you found a public outlet like ya phone died
  For years you’ve been crying for me to peel ya onion
  So I’ma cut you thick, the long kind
  Do you greasy til ya skin starts to bubble and the foam rise
  Yeah that’s how I’ma cook you
  Since you claim you love her, love her home fries
  You said out ya mouth on camera “Pat Stay so big
  When I was in the elevator without a weapon I felt threatened”
  On camera, I said “Head stop bitching!”
  Then you told K-Shine “real killers can tell by the leg twitch”
  No nigga, real killers keep shooting till the leg stop twitching
  Yeah it’s alright though, I know how you said step brother
  Cuz you 40 and still live with ya moms and you a pet lover?
  What does that mean? I ain’t even gon go off the head on you
  I’ma keep it cuz you said ya moms dead so it’s dead on you
  [Round 3: Head ICE]
  Foolio!
  Now y’all see the difference between me and stupido
  Making songs for the money but got famous off of beats without a studio
  Speaking of studio, that’s your apartment size
  Ya closet a port-a-potty
  You can’t flush shit, just give me all you can find
  I tell my niggas
  Search all the Gucci, Jordan and Prada shoeboxes in the bathroom
  Give me yo keys nigga, here search the car
  Cuz them 4 doors and that trunk is the last rooms
  All I heard was “I found it” I’m like “Cash? Drugs?”
  They like “Both! And the coats hanging over the bath tub”
  You a walking fake chain, every jeweler make you
  I said you’ll walk in, fake, chain, every jew will make you
  You got ya style from the lost and found, you ain’t schooling niggas
  I could rent out my pad, I’m so super nigga
  If I swoop a nigga, over his head, Campbells can
  You lookin for souper nigga? Man to man
  At my lowest lane you in an ambulance
  I told you I was gon bar you, liquor shot
  After this I’ma bar you, lick a shot
  My boot-leg will run you out of the tenement spot
  My bootleg run Serius out the tenement spot
  Bars! The same one Bishop thought
  He could save Blizzard from that owner pistol
  You don’t own a pistol, now see these will burn through your tracks
  That’s how I get on it with you
  Line for line I’m dancing around em, no Soul Train
  Cuz if I give a bird man to a Young Thug I’ma feel a Lil Weezy
  About the whole thang
  I let apes peel, ooooh baby, if you owed me a meal
  I’ll be dead or a serial killer who got locked, worked out
  Got so swole in the cage, I’ll really know how apes feel
  But I kill 8 family members and we even
  Wanna know how we straight? Build
  After every murder there’s a family gathering plate
  So fuck how my message taste, that’s 8 mills/meals
  Jones in the wrong mission, this ain’t Indiana
  In the end he Anna, Nicole Smith
  OJ, they gon lock you up for stealing ya own shit
  I give em the whole brick, y’all thinking 4 quarter kilos
  In this house he fall asleep though for being a rat with a peephole
  You Pookie belt
  Take this nigga outside and kill him 3 times
  You get the same murder Pookie felt
  All you see is 3 9’s nigga, like the price of a teddy bear in a gift shop
  I’ll let this go (Disco) in the club like the latest hip-hop
  On that note, I don’t know who you wanna be, Cat Daddy
  I’m mad you related to any of my sons, Cat Daddy
  That’s his cousin, you heard him, Cat, Dre, Solid, you heard em
  ICE nigga…
  [Round 3: Serius Jones]
  That was aight nigga
  But from the audience response the hottest bar you ever said here was “ICE NIGGA”
  You out here swaggin, but ya watch is falling off so how’s that real gold?
  You in ya last round admitting you niggas rush cribs then steal clothes
  For the fans that don’t understand, it’s incredible to expectation
  Cuz in America it’s less debating
  But if you a rapper or a street nigga getting money
  The one thing you can’t afford is a federal investigation
  Cuz just behind bars they pursuing niggas
  Niggas acting like they with the shits but in they raps suing niggas
  See I’m from Jersey, sure (Shore)
  You can get found in a Surf just for (Tsu) suing niggas
  I was like born with no arms, it’s like I got a body on my hands
  See the guns I wave so big, Tsunami be like “Damn”
  See you out of pocket, scrambling in the red zone
  I made you think you made a play on me, b
  Then I knock him out soon as he touch down
  You know what that is? A KO-TD
  Bars, when beef shells crack off easy
  But at my peak I’m the guy yo, Taco style
  And if I dip and then chip you, you gon here that just bitter nacho sound
  See I never got beat up, I got snuffed
  But you give the game a black eye for having Ice around
  See I could’ve got a lump sum for Blackout
  But you know when you put Ice on the knot goes down
  You not a rapper, you a cancerous teacher
  But you probably have a problem (Heisenberg?)
  Now you on that Meth and can’t protect ya neck, I know you god (U-God)
  You was probably on YouTube Inspecting the Deck
  But you know I’ll cap a don (Capadonna)
  But I got 36 Chambers to shoot at you through
  And since you wanting to bring up Math
  I’m just showing you the damage I could do with a Wu/Woo
  They do pull-ups on my bars, this is lyrical exercise
  If you wanna call this man a kin (mannequin)
  Then we need to address my Ex
  Her size will have you rollin like X
  When I mark the spot I make em exercise
  You giving work out the shop for hoes
  I’m so lazy I never even ask my ex her size
  See Ill Will Jamaican called me and said, “you wan rap with Ice?”
  Make him smell the blade and get the accent right”
  I said “hold up, cuz I don’t even use accents” right
  And he said “no you see the axe that you use for Lyt
  Well use the same axe ‘pon Ice
  And then make him smell the blade so him can get the axe scent right”