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