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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 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 soft that it can't a rubber
(Jorma) Hey yo, come on man, is Lonely Island. People are countin' on us. I gotta write all these motherfuckers myself-
Hey yo, I think I broke my in the sink,
so small and ugly,
All smashed and like it was playin' rugby,
Hold up, hold up, is serious. Kiv, let 'em know.
(Akiva) Yo for though, I suffer from stinky dick
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 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 year old girl before the doctor found my dick.
(Jorma) We make too much money for this shit! music...
(Andy) I the bed cause my dick played a prank on my butt,
Straight when I slept and stuck a laxative up!
(Jorma) music! What y'all know about incontinence?
(Akiva) I got Hepatitis C a horse, but no confusion,
It wasn't the sex, it was the blood transfusion!
(Jorma) What?! got horse blood! What y'all got?
(Andy) I write fan-fiction 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 showing off! Preach.
(Akiva) I got a friend named who lives down at the dump,
Every other week I swing by to him some lunch!
(Jorma) Oh! Now that just sounds nice! Imma call it right there. over, motherfuckers. Lonely Island, we started this fake-rap shit. The world needs us!