Eminem’s Mom Cooks the Best Spaghetti

Eminem’s Mom Cooks the Best Spaghetti

Look, if you had, one shot
Or one spaghetti, to seize every spaghetti you ever wanted
In one moment
Would you capture it, or just let it slip?

His palms are spaghetti, knees weak, arms spaghetti
There’s vomit on his spaghetti already: mom’s spaghetti
He’s nervous, but on the surface he looks calm spaghetti
To drop spaghetti, but he keeps on spaghetti
What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes spaghetti
He opens his mouth but spaghetti won’t come out
He’s choking, how? Everybody’s joking now
The spaghetti’s run out, time’s up, over – blaow!
Snap back to spaghetti, oh! – there goes gravity
Oh – there goes spaghetti, he choked
He’s so mad, but he won’t
Give up spaghetti nope, he won’t have it
He knows, his whole back’s to these ropes
It don’t matter, he’s dope
He knows that, but he’s spaghetti
He’s so stagnant, he knows
When he goes back to this spaghetti, that’s when it’s
Back to the lab again, yo, this whole rhapsody
He better go capture this spaghetti and hope it don’t pass him

You better lose yourself in
Spaghetti
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This spaghetti comes once in a lifetime

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