BOIL IT. [Verse 1] Water on the stove, let the whole thing rage Salt in the pot like I’m blessing the stage Semolina soldiers standing straight in line Drop ’em in slow, let ’em loosen with time Garlic in the pan, olive oil catching fire Tomato running red while the heat climbs higher Basil on the blade, parmesan on deck Eight minutes flat or you ruin the texture No cream in the carbonara No scissors near the strand You break it in half in front of me You answer to the pan [Pre-Chorus] Turn up the flame Let the whole pot shake One minute early That’s the choice you make Taste it Test it Don’t you dare forget it [Chorus] AL DENTE BITE IN THE MIDDLE TWIST THAT FORK MAKE THE WHOLE PLATE DRIZZLE AL DENTE STRAIGHT FROM THE FLAME LONG STRANDS RED HANDS REMEMBER THE NAME PARMESAN RAIN SAUCE ON THE PLATE IF IT AIN’T GOT BITE THEN YOU COOKED IT TOO LATE AL DENTE [Fast Rap Verse 1] She said bring the long strands, keep ’em firm, don’t fold Drop ’em in the heat till the whole pot rolls Twist with the wrist, get the sauce down deep Keep that fork moving, don’t spill what you keep She likes it hot, likes the steam in the room Likes extra sauce when I’m working the spoon Said don’t go soft, keep the texture just right So I held that boil for the rest of the night Round and round, got the whole plate spinning Sauce on the edge and we’re barely beginning She said use both hands if the serving gets heavy I said keep that bowl still, baby, keep yourself ready Pull up a strand, let it slide, let it drip Wrap it real tight round the end of the grip She said deeper in the sauce, I said say that again Then I buried that fork in the bowl till the end Keep it al dente, never floppy or weak She likes that bite when the pressure hits peak Plate getting messy, countertop wrecked She said one more serving— I said what did you expect? [Breakdown] YOU. DO. NOT. BREAK. THE. SPAGHETTI. SNAP THE NOODLE MEET YOUR MAKER OVERCOOK IT GRAVE MISTAKER KETCHUP ON IT? HERESY. [Verse 2] Durum in the blood, boiling water in the veins Red sauce falling like a culinary rain Forks in the air, hear the kitchen ignite Every strand unbroken, every texture right No mercy for the mush No patience for the bland We serve it with conviction With the colander in hand [Pre-Chorus] Turn up the flame Let the whole pot shake One minute early That’s the choice you make Taste it Test it Don’t you dare forget it [Chorus] AL DENTE BITE IN THE MIDDLE TWIST THAT FORK MAKE THE WHOLE PLATE DRIZZLE AL DENTE STRAIGHT FROM THE FLAME LONG STRANDS RED HANDS REMEMBER THE NAME [Fast Rap Verse 2] Second pot boiling, now she wants it rougher Said the first plate hit, but the next one better suffer More heat on the burner, more weight on the fork More sauce on the strands every time that I work She likes long pulls, slow twists, tight coils Likes when the noodles come shining with oil Said pin that pasta down, don’t let it escape So I pressed that fork hard to the side of the plate Twist it clockwise, reverse, then repeat Keep the whole thing moving while I’m bringing the heat She said don’t be gentle with the parmesan rain So I covered that plate till you couldn’t see grain Sauce running thick, got the bowl overflowing Steam in my face but I’m still fucking going She said keep stirring till the mixture goes creamy I said careful with the wording, you’re making this steamy Grip on the handle, pot rocking in place Red on the counter, little streak on her face She licked off the sauce, said the flavour was strong Then she pulled up the bowl and said keep going long One fork, two servings, whole kitchen destroyed Every strand disappeared, every plate got employed She said save some sauce for the morning instead— I said baby, by sunrise We’re making garlic bread. [Bridge] From durum wheat We were born Through boiling water We transform From iron pot To porcelain throne No strand Shall dine Alone Fork in the air Sauce on the plate Eight minutes gone Now seal your fate THREE TWO ONE DRAIN. [Final Chorus] AL DENTE BITE IN THE MIDDLE TWIST THAT FORK MAKE THE WHOLE WORLD DRIZZLE AL DENTE STRAIGHT FROM THE FLAME SAUCE ON MY CHEST AND I’M BACK IN THE GAME LONG STRANDS RED HANDS PARMESAN RAIN WE COOK IT WITH HONOUR WE SERVE IT WITH PAIN AL DENTE AL DENTE KEEP IT FIRM KEEP IT HOT KEEP IT TWISTING IN THE POT AL DENTE AL DENTE NOODLES HIGH FORKS UP PASTA.
