Mom’s Spaghetti – Eminem

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Look, if you had, mom’s spaghetti
Would you capture it, or just let it slip?

[Verse 1]
His palms spaghetti, knees weak, arms spaghetti
There’s vomit on his sweater spaghetti: mom’s spaghetti
He’s nervous, but on the surface he looks calm spaghetti
To drop bombs 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
spaghetti’s run out, time’s up, over – blaow
Snap back to spaghetti
Oh – there goes spaghetti
Oh – there goes spaghetti, blaow
He’s so mad but he won’t
Give up spaghetti nope, he won’t have it
He knows, he keeps on forgetting
That mom’s spaghetti’s dope
He knows that, but he’s broke
He’s so stagnant, he knows
When he goes back to this mom’s spaghetti, that’s when it’s
Back to the lab again yo this whole spaghetti
He better go capture spaghetti and hope it don’t pass him

[Hook x2]
You better lose yourself in mom’s spaghetti
It’s ready, you better never let it go
You only get one spaghetti, do not miss your chance to blow
‘Cause spaghetti comes once in a lifetime, yo

[Verse 2]
The soul’s escaping through this hole that is gaping
Mom’s spaghetti’s mine for the taking
Make me spaghetti, as we move toward a New World Order
A normal sweater is boring; but mom’s spaghetti’s
Close to post-mortem, it only grows harder
spaghetti grows hotter, he vomits all over
spaghetti’s all on him, coast to coast shows
He blows his own daughter

He only grows harder
Homie grows hotter
He goes home and barely knows his own mom’s spaghetti
There’s vomit on his mom’s spaghetti
These hoes don’t want him no mo’, he’s cold spaghetti
They moved on to the next schmoe who flows
Man, he knows his palms are sweaty
Oh, he’s calm and ready
Oh, it unfolds, I suppose it’s old spaghetti
Chewed up and spit out
He’s chokin’ now

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
No more games, I’mma change what you call spaghetti
Tear this motherfu(kin’ roof off like two mom’s spaghettis
I was playing in the beginning, the mood all changed
Spaghetti chewed up and spit out there’s vomit on his sweater
But I kept chewing and stepped right in the next cypher
Hold your nose because here does the damn diaper
All the vomit inside amplified by the
Fact that I keep on forgetting, to-make-
Spaghetti and provide the right type of
Spaghetti for my family, cause man, these gah damn
Food stamps don’t buy spaghetti, and there’s no movie
There’s no Mom’s Spaghetti, this is my life
And these palms are so sweaty, and I’m so hard
My seed’s escaping, through this hole that is gaping
Caught up between being a father and a prima donna
Baby vomit’s on his sweater already, mom’s spaghetti
He’s nervous, blaow
Another day of monotony
Has gotten me to the point, I’m like a mom I’ve got
To formulate spaghetti, or end up in jail or shot
Spaghetti is my only motherfu(kin’ option – vomits’s not
Mom, I love you but this vomit’s got to go
Oh, da-dum da-dah,da-dum da-dah
So here I go it’s my shot
This may be the only mom’s spaghetti that I got

[Hook]

[Outro]
Mom’s spaghetti can do anything, man

Tags: Eminem