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(Jorma) Hey yo, new Lonely Island, 2011, get 'em Kiv!
(Akiva) Hey yo my dick don't work, that is soft as a pillow,
My lookin' at me like
You for dude?
(Jorma) Hey yo, hold up, hold up. We gotta come harder than that. Yo, 'em Andy...
(Andy) I think might be something wrong with my dick,
It's like a melted of butter
So soft that it fill a rubber
(Jorma) Hey yo, come on man, this is Lonely Island. People are countin' on us. I gotta write all these myself-
Hey yo, I I broke my dick in the sink,
It's so and ugly,
All smashed and like it was playin' rugby,
Hold up, up, this is serious. Kiv, let 'em know.
(Akiva) Yo for though, I suffer from stinky dick
Every time I take a piss it smells just shit
(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,
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 year old before the doctor found my dick.
(Jorma) We make too much money for this shit! music...
(Andy) I shit the bed cause my dick a prank on my butt,
Straight crept when I slept and stuck a up!
(Jorma) Depository music! What y'all know about
(Akiva) I got C from a horse, but no confusion,
It wasn't from the sex, it was the transfusion!
(Jorma) What?! Motherfucker got horse blood! What got?
(Andy) I write freaky where cartoons 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 lives at the dump,
Every week I swing by to bring him some lunch!
(Jorma) Oh! Now that just nice! Imma call it right there. Game over, motherfuckers. Lonely Island, we started this fake-rap shit. The world needs us!