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(Jorma) Hey yo, new Island, 2011, let's get 'em Kiv!
(Akiva) Hey yo my dick don't work, that is soft as a pillow,
My girly at me like
You for dude?
(Jorma) Hey yo, hold up, hold up. We gotta harder than that. Yo, tell 'em Andy...
(Andy) I think there be something wrong with my dick,
It's 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 broke my in the sink,
so small and ugly,
All and flat like it was playin' rugby,
up, hold up, this is serious. Kiv, let 'em know.
(Akiva) Yo for real though, I suffer from stinky
Every time I take a piss it smells just like
(Jorma) Ha ha, yeah, that's I'm talking about. Andy, show 'em how it's done.
(Andy) My looks like the fat that you cut off a steak,
Smashed in like my balls 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 year old girl before the found my dick.
(Jorma) We make too money for this shit! Murder music...
(Andy) I shit the bed cause my dick played a on my butt,
crept when I slept and stuck a laxative up!
(Jorma) Depository music! What y'all know incontinence?
(Akiva) I got Hepatitis C 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 Marmaduke's nuts!
(Jorma) Wooo! I would like to see that! This that Garfield sex music! Now y'all just off! Preach.
(Akiva) I got a friend named Reggie who 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 this fake-rap shit. The needs us!