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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 lookin' at me
You for real
(Jorma) Hey yo, hold up, hold up. We gotta come harder than that. Yo, 'em Andy...
(Andy) I think there might be wrong with my dick,
It's a melted stick of butter
So soft 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 broke my in the sink,
It's so and ugly,
All smashed and flat like it was rugby,
up, hold up, this is serious. Kiv, let 'em know.
(Akiva) Yo for though, I suffer from stinky dick
Every time I take a piss it just 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 my balls went and stepped on a rake,
(Jorma) Island, Grammy-nominated, yeah! Hit 'em again.
(Akiva) Yo, straight out the box with my soggy shrimp,
I was an eight year old before the doctor found my dick.
(Jorma) We too much money for this shit! Murder music...
(Andy) I shit the bed my dick played a prank on my butt,
crept 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 licking nuts!
(Jorma) Wooo! I would like to see that! This Garfield sex music! Now y'all just showing off! Preach.
(Akiva) I got a friend named Reggie who down at the dump,
Every other week I swing by to him some lunch!
(Jorma) Oh! Now that sounds nice! Imma call it right there. Game over, motherfuckers. Lonely Island, we started this fake-rap shit. The world needs us!