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(Jorma) Hey yo, new Lonely Island, 2011, get 'em Kiv!
(Akiva) Hey yo my dick don't work, shit is soft as a pillow,
My girly 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 stick of butter
So soft that it fill a rubber
(Jorma) Hey yo, come on man, this is Lonely Island. People are 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 flat it was playin' rugby,
Hold up, hold up, 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, what I'm talking about. Andy, show 'em how it's done.
(Andy) My dick 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, 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 for this shit! Murder music...
(Andy) I shit the bed my dick played a prank on my butt,
Straight crept when I slept and stuck a up!
(Jorma) Depository music! What y'all about incontinence?
(Akiva) I got C from a horse, but no confusion,
It from the sex, it was the blood transfusion!
(Jorma) What?! Motherfucker got blood! What y'all got?
(Andy) I write freaky fan-fiction where fuck!
Got CGI Garfield licking nuts!
(Jorma) Wooo! I would like to see that! This that 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. Game over, motherfuckers. Lonely Island, we started fake-rap shit. The world needs us!