Tribute to 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