[Intro]
Is this rotini? Is this just linguini?
sauce in a pan fried, with capers and macaroni
Open your eyes, the Stalinist lies, you'll seeeeeee
I'm just a prole boy, I need no spaghetti
Because I'm cheesey come, cheesey go, griddle high, griddle low
Any way the wind blows, long live the butcher ᴉuᴉlossnWiiiiii
[Verse 1]
Pasta, just killed a man
Put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger, now he's dead
Pasta, life had just begun
But now I've gone and thrown it all away
Pasta, ooh, didn't mean to eat you dry
If I still got no sauce this time tomorrow
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