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(Jorma) Hey yo, new Island, 2011, let's get 'em Kiv!
(Akiva) Hey yo my don't 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 harder than 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 I broke my dick in the sink,
so small and ugly,
All smashed and flat like it was 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 it smells just like shit
(Jorma) Ha ha, yeah, that's I'm talking 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, 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 shit! Murder music...
(Andy) I shit the bed my dick played a prank on my butt,
Straight crept when I slept and a laxative up!
(Jorma) Depository music! What know about incontinence?
(Akiva) I got C from a horse, but no confusion,
It from the sex, it was the blood transfusion!
(Jorma) What?! got horse blood! What y'all got?
(Andy) I write freaky fan-fiction where fuck!
Got CGI Garfield licking nuts!
(Jorma) Wooo! I like to see that! This 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 week I swing by to him some lunch!
(Jorma) Oh! Now that just sounds nice! Imma call it right there. Game over, motherfuckers. Island, we started this fake-rap shit. The world needs us!