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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 lookin' at me like
You for dude?
(Jorma) Hey yo, hold up, up. We gotta come harder than that. Yo, tell 'em Andy...
(Andy) I there might be something wrong with my dick,
It's like a stick of butter
So soft that it can't 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,
Hold up, up, this is serious. Kiv, let 'em know.
(Akiva) Yo for real though, I suffer from stinky
Every time I take a it smells just like shit
(Jorma) Ha ha, yeah, that's what I'm talking about. Andy, 'em how it's done.
(Andy) My dick looks like the fat you cut off a steak,
Smashed in like my balls went and 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 girl before the doctor my dick.
(Jorma) We make too 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) Depository music! What y'all know about
(Akiva) I got C from a horse, but no confusion,
It wasn't the sex, it was the blood transfusion!
(Jorma) What?! Motherfucker got 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 Garfield sex music! Now y'all just showing 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. Island, we started this fake-rap shit. The world needs us!