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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 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 Island. People are countin' on us. I gotta write all these motherfuckers myself-
Hey yo, I I broke my dick in the sink,
It's so and ugly,
All and flat like it was playin' rugby,
Hold up, up, this is serious. Kiv, let 'em know.
(Akiva) Yo for real though, I from stinky dick
Every time I take a piss it just like shit
(Jorma) Ha ha, yeah, that's what I'm about. Andy, show 'em how it's done.
(Andy) My looks like the fat that you cut off a steak,
Smashed in like my went and stepped 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 found my dick.
(Jorma) We make too much money for shit! Murder music...
(Andy) I shit the bed cause my played a prank on my butt,
Straight when I slept and stuck 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 cartoons fuck!
Got CGI Garfield licking nuts!
(Jorma) Wooo! I would to see that! This that Garfield sex music! Now y'all just showing off! Preach.
(Akiva) I got a friend Reggie who lives 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 world us!