Sauce Reign Supreme

Locked up for my craving, sauce drippin' from my lips Guard said, 'You've crossed the line, now you're doin' time' Penne for your thoughts, in the pennetentiary Cellmates with the Don, Parmesan's his name He showed me the steel, taught me the slice Got my noodle cuts precise, sharper than his advice Riot in the yard, marinara stains It was time to take the lead, amidst the grains With the Don by my side, the sauce we owned Rising to the top, my pasta throne [Chourse] Now I'm the warden of flavors, the keeper of creams In the penne-tentiary where the sauce reigns supreme