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(Jorma) Hey yo, new Island, 2011, let's get 'em Kiv!
(Akiva) Hey yo my dick work, that shit is soft 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 think there might be wrong with my dick,
like a melted stick of butter
So that it can't fill a rubber
(Jorma) Hey yo, come on man, this is Lonely Island. People are countin' on us. I write all these motherfuckers myself-
Hey yo, I think I my dick in the sink,
so small and ugly,
All and flat like it was playin' rugby,
Hold up, up, this is serious. Kiv, let 'em know.
(Akiva) Yo for real though, I from stinky dick
Every time I take a piss it smells like shit
(Jorma) Ha ha, yeah, that's what I'm talking about. Andy, 'em how it's done.
(Andy) My dick looks 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 my soggy little shrimp,
I was an eight year old girl before the found my dick.
(Jorma) We make too much for this shit! Murder music...
(Andy) I shit the bed cause my dick a prank on my butt,
Straight when I slept and stuck a laxative up!
(Jorma) music! What y'all know about incontinence?
(Akiva) I got C from a horse, but no confusion,
It wasn't the sex, it was the blood transfusion!
(Jorma) What?! got horse blood! What y'all got?
(Andy) I write freaky where cartoons fuck!
Got CGI Garfield Marmaduke's 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 week I swing by to bring him some lunch!
(Jorma) Oh! Now that just sounds nice! call it right there. Game over, motherfuckers. Lonely Island, we started this fake-rap shit. The world needs us!