conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called So Much Better with the following description: The beat on this song is a modified version of the one used on “Criminal” from the first Marshall Mathers LP.
  “So Much Better” seems to be some kind of throwback song to 2004’s “Puke,” featuring a similar topic as well as stretching/repeating words or syllables like “oye-yoy-yoy” or “Boo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-who” in the same manner. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  You fuckin' groupie
  Pick up the goddamn phone
  [Verse 1]
  Bitch, where the fuck were you Tuesday? With who you say?
  I wasn't at the studio, bitch, what'd you do? Screw Dre?
  You went there lookin' for me? Boo, that excuse is too lame
  Keep playin' me, you're gonna end up with a huge goose egg
  You fake, lyin' slut, you never told me you knew Drake
  And Lupe? You wanna lose two legs?
  You tryin' to flip this on me? If I spent more time with you, 
  you say
  "Okay, yeah, and I'm coo-coo, eh?" — 
  Well, screw you
  And I'll be the third person who screwed you today
  Oh, fourth—Dre, Drake, Lupe—ooh, touché
  You were too two-faced for me
  Thought you was my number one true-blue ace
  But you ain't and I can't see you when you make that wittle boo-boo face
  'Cause I'm hanging up this phone, boo, you make my fuckin' Bluetooth ache
  You're feeling blue? Too late, go smurf yourself
  You make me wanna smurf and puke blue Kool Aid
  Here's what you say to someone you hate
  [Chorus]
  My life would be so much better
  If you just dropped dead
  I was layin' in bed last night, thinkin'
  And then this thought just popped in my head
  And I thought, wouldn't shit just be a lot easier
  If you dropped dead?
  I would feel so much, much better [Verse 2]
  Think I just relapsed, this bitch pushed me over the brink
  Hop on the freeway tryna get some time alone and just think
  'Til the cops pulled me over, but they let me go, 'cause I told 'em
  I'm only drivin' drunk 'cause that bitch drove me to drink
  I'm back on my fuck hoes, with a whole new hatred for blondes
  But bias? I hate all bitches the same, baby, come on!
  Excuse the pun, but bitch is such a broad statement, and I'm
  Channelin' my anger through every single station that's on!
  'Cause a woman broke my he-art, I say, "he-art"
  'Cause she ripped it in two pa-arts
   and threw it in the garbage
  Who do you think you a-are? 
  Bitch, guess it's time for me to get the dust off
  And pick myself up off the carpet
  But I'll never say the L-word again
  I lo-lo-lo-lo… lesbian!
  Aaahhh! I hope you hear this song
  And go into a cardiac arrest, my life'd be so much better if you just—
  [Chorus]
  My life would be so much better
  If you just dropped dead
  I was layin' in bed last night, thinkin'
  And then this thought just popped in my head
  And I thought, wouldn't shit just be a lot easier
  If you dropped dead?
  I would feel so much, much better [Bridge]
  'Cause you told me
  You'd love me
  Forever
  Bitch, that was a lie
  Now I never
  Wanted someone to die
  So bad in my fuckin' life
  But fuck it, there’s other fish in the sea
  [Verse 3]
  And I'ma have a whale of a time
  Bein' a single sailor for the night, bitch, on a scale of
  One to ten, 
  shit, I must be the Holy Grail of
  Catches,
   
  ho, I got an Oscar attached to my fuckin' name (De La)
  I might hit the club, find a chick that's tailor-made
  For me, say fuck it, kick some shots back, get hammered, and nail her
  These bitches tryin' to get attached, but they're failin' to latch onto the tail of
  My bumper, they're scratchin' at the back of my trailer
  Like I'm itchin' to get hitched, 
  yeah, I'm rich as a bitch
  But bitches ain't shit, I'd rather leave a bitch in a ditch
  Bitch, you complain when you listen to this
  But you still throw yourself at me: that's what I call pitchin' a bitch
  That's why I'm swingin' at this chicks on-site
  Long as I got a bat and two balls it's foul, but my dick's on strike
  So all that love shit is null and void, 
  bitch, I'm a droid
  I avoid Cupid, stupid! 
  Wasn't for blow jobs, you'd be unemployed
  Oye-yoy-yoy, man-oh-man, your boy-boy-boys
  Gettin' sick of these girls-girls-girls, oink-oink-oink
  You fuckin' pigs, all you're good for is doink-doink-doink
  I got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one
  She's all 99 of 'em, I need a machine gun
  I'll take 'em all out,
   I hope you hear this song
  And go into a cardiac arrest, have a heart attack and just
  Drop dead, and I'ma throw a fuckin' party after this, 'cause yes [Chorus]
  My life would be so much better
  If you just dropped dead (I hate you)
  I was layin' in bed last night, thinkin'
  And then this thought just popped in my head (You made me like this way)
  And I thought, wouldn't shit just be a lot easier
  If you dropped dead? (Bitch)
  I would feel so much, much better
  [Outro]
  I'm just playin', bitch
  You know I love you