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(Jorma) Hey yo, new Island, 2011, let's get 'em Kiv!
(Akiva) Hey yo my dick don't work, shit is soft as a pillow,
My girly at me like
You for real
(Jorma) Hey yo, hold up, hold up. We gotta come harder than that. Yo, 'em Andy...
(Andy) I think there might be wrong with my dick,
It's like a melted stick of
So that it can't fill a rubber
(Jorma) Hey yo, come on man, this is Lonely Island. People are countin' on us. I gotta write all motherfuckers myself-
Hey yo, I think I broke my in the sink,
so small and ugly,
All smashed and flat it was playin' rugby,
Hold up, up, this is serious. Kiv, let 'em know.
(Akiva) Yo for real though, I suffer from dick
Every time I take a piss it smells just 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,
Smashed in like my balls and stepped on a rake,
(Jorma) Island, Grammy-nominated, yeah! Hit 'em again.
(Akiva) Yo, straight out the box 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 shit the bed cause my played a prank on my butt,
Straight crept when I and stuck a laxative up!
(Jorma) Depository music! What y'all about incontinence?
(Akiva) I got C from a horse, but no confusion,
It from the sex, it was the blood transfusion!
(Jorma) What?! Motherfucker got horse blood! What 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 named Reggie who lives down at the dump,
Every other week I 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 fake-rap shit. The world needs us!