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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 girly at me like
You for real
(Jorma) Hey yo, hold up, hold up. We gotta come than that. Yo, tell 'em Andy...
(Andy) I think there might be something 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 on us. I gotta write all these motherfuckers myself-
Hey yo, I I broke my dick in the sink,
It's so and ugly,
All and flat like it was playin' rugby,
Hold up, up, this is serious. Kiv, let 'em know.
(Akiva) Yo for though, I suffer from stinky dick
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 dick like the fat that you cut off a steak,
in like my balls 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 before the doctor found my dick.
(Jorma) We make too much money for shit! Murder music...
(Andy) I shit the bed cause my played a prank on my butt,
Straight crept when I and stuck a laxative up!
(Jorma) Depository music! What know about incontinence?
(Akiva) I got Hepatitis C a horse, but no confusion,
It from the sex, it was the blood transfusion!
(Jorma) What?! Motherfucker got horse blood! What y'all
(Andy) I write freaky fan-fiction where fuck!
Got CGI licking 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 Reggie who down at the dump,
Every week I swing by to bring him some lunch!
(Jorma) Oh! Now just sounds nice! Imma call it right there. Game over, motherfuckers. Lonely Island, we started this fake-rap shit. The world needs us!