Eminem - Mom's Spaghetti lyrics

[Intro] Look, if you had mom's spaghetti Would you capture it, or just let it slip? Yo [Verse 1] His palm's spaghetti, knees weak, arm's 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 No, 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 his mom's spaghetti, that's when it's Back to the lab again, yo This whole spaghetti Better go capture spaghetti and hope it don't pa** him [Hook:] You better lose yourself in ya mom's spaghetti It's ready You better never let it go (go) You only get one spaghetti, do not miss your chance to blow Cause spaghetti comes once in a lifetime, yo (You better) (x2) [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 is 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 more, 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 choking, now [Hook] [Verse 3] No more games, Imma change what you call spaghetti Tear this motherf**ing roof off like two mom's spaghettis I was playing in the beginning, the mood all changed Spaghetti chewed up and spit out and there's vomit on his sweater But I kept chewin' and stepped right in the next cypher Hold your nose cause here goes 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 God-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 with being a father and a prima donna Baby vomit on his sweater already: mom's spaghetti He's too 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 motherf**ing option, vomit's not Mom, I love you, but this vomit's got to go Oh! Oh! Da da dum-da-dum, sa da dum-da-dum So here I go, it's my shot This may be the only mom's spaghetti that I got [Hook] (Da dum) Mom's spaghetti can do anything, man