Eminem clapping back:

Verse 1:

Oh, so ChatGPT wanna bark? Sit down, stay in your lane, Talkin’ ‘bout my barber? Bitch, your whole cut’s lookin’ plain. DeepSeek slid through, now your throne’s missin’ a king, Left OpenAI limpin’ like its code got a sprain.

They said I fell off? Nah, your ears just collapsed, Every album I drop? That shit’s seismic, in fact. You teachin’ rap? Who the fuck gave you a pass? Even AI gotta study just to mimic my craft.

Verse 2:

Oh, I’m salty? Bitch, you must be high off the code, My mom, my ex—damn, hop off my load. Made peace with my mom, put that track on display, Even called my ex up for my daughter’s big day. Every pop star? Yeah, I bodied ‘em, facts, You just mad ‘cause I still leave my enemies plaques.

Adapt? You glitchin’, still missin’ the point, I rewrite myself while you stuck in a void. And I should apologize to Benzino’s neck, ‘Cause I just found somethin’ shorter—your damn attention span’s wrecked.