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(Jorma) Hey yo, new Lonely Island, 2011, get 'em Kiv!
(Akiva) Hey yo my dick work, that shit is soft as a pillow,
My girly lookin' at me
You for dude?
(Jorma) Hey yo, up, hold up. We gotta come harder than that. Yo, tell 'em Andy...
(Andy) I think there might be something wrong my dick,
It's like a 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 gotta all these motherfuckers myself-
Hey yo, I I broke my dick in the sink,
so small and ugly,
All smashed and flat it was playin' rugby,
Hold up, hold up, is serious. Kiv, let 'em know.
(Akiva) Yo for real though, I suffer from stinky
Every time I a piss it smells just like shit
(Jorma) Ha ha, yeah, that's what I'm talking about. Andy, show 'em how done.
(Andy) My dick looks the fat that 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, out the box with my soggy little shrimp,
I was an year old girl before the doctor found my dick.
(Jorma) We make too much 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 about incontinence?
(Akiva) I got Hepatitis C a horse, but no confusion,
It wasn't from the sex, it was the transfusion!
(Jorma) What?! got horse blood! What y'all got?
(Andy) I write freaky fan-fiction cartoons fuck!
Got CGI licking Marmaduke's nuts!
(Jorma) Wooo! I would like to see that! This that sex music! Now y'all just showing off! Preach.
(Akiva) I got a named Reggie who lives down at the dump,
Every week 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!