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(Jorma) Hey yo, new Island, 2011, let's get 'em Kiv!
(Akiva) Hey yo my dick don't work, shit is soft as a pillow,
My lookin' at me like
You for real
(Jorma) Hey yo, hold up, hold up. We gotta come harder that. Yo, tell 'em Andy...
(Andy) I think there might be wrong with my dick,
It's like a melted stick of
So that it can't fill a rubber
(Jorma) Hey yo, come on man, this is Lonely Island. are countin' on us. I gotta write all these motherfuckers myself-
Hey yo, I I broke my dick in the sink,
so small and ugly,
All smashed and flat it was playin' rugby,
up, hold up, this is serious. Kiv, let 'em know.
(Akiva) Yo for real though, I suffer from stinky
Every time I take a piss it smells like shit
(Jorma) Ha ha, yeah, that's what I'm about. Andy, show 'em how it's done.
(Andy) My looks like the fat that you cut off a steak,
Smashed in like my went and stepped on a rake,
(Jorma) Island, Grammy-nominated, yeah! Hit 'em again.
(Akiva) Yo, straight out the box with my little shrimp,
I was an year old girl before the doctor found my dick.
(Jorma) We make too much money for shit! Murder music...
(Andy) I shit the bed cause my dick played a on my butt,
crept when I slept and stuck a laxative up!
(Jorma) Depository music! What y'all know about
(Akiva) I got C from a horse, but no confusion,
It wasn't the sex, it was the blood transfusion!
(Jorma) What?! Motherfucker got horse blood! What got?
(Andy) I write freaky where cartoons fuck!
Got CGI Garfield licking nuts!
(Jorma) Wooo! I would like to see that! This that Garfield sex music! Now y'all showing off! Preach.
(Akiva) I got a friend named who lives down at the dump,
Every other week I swing by to him some lunch!
(Jorma) Oh! Now that just sounds nice! Imma call it there. Game over, motherfuckers. Lonely Island, we started this fake-rap shit. The world needs us!