Eminem

Unshaved for weeks, he looks like a yeti Beard hangs from his chin, like soft spaghetti Runs to the jugnel, from life so petty Obsessed with money and mom's spaghetti He doesn't have nada he's so in debt he Has less nothing to his name, like he said he's Sharing with the tribes of the Sarengheti He's so worn down, his arms like spaghetti Cutting bamboo with a sharp machete The bambo breaks, just like raw spaghetti The leaves fill the air like green confetti He cut's through the jungle, slow and steady Forgot bout home's warmth and mom's spaghetti He's headed for camp, he's there already Searching for other life, much like SETI Showing natives things like mom's spaghetti He opens his pack filled with raw spaghetti Over boiling water, his brow is sweaty In 10 minutes he'll serve them spaghetti They all get a plate of cooked spaghetti The chief goes wild, you can bet he Dance round the fire like Deler Mehndi Chief's flexible, much like cooked spaghetti The've never seen a thing like spaghetti Excitement abounds over spaghetti Their lives so flexible, much like spaghetti Dancing around over their spaghetti Until the sun sets over the jetty