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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 lookin' at me like
You for dude?
(Jorma) Hey yo, hold up, hold up. We gotta come 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 Lonely Island. People are countin' on us. I gotta all these motherfuckers 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, hold up, is serious. Kiv, let 'em know.
(Akiva) Yo for though, I suffer from stinky dick
Every time I take a piss it smells just like
(Jorma) Ha ha, yeah, what I'm talking about. Andy, show '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 eight year old girl before the doctor my dick.
(Jorma) We make too much money for shit! Murder music...
(Andy) I shit the bed cause my dick a prank on my butt,
Straight crept I slept and stuck a laxative up!
(Jorma) Depository music! What y'all know about
(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 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 named Reggie who lives down at the dump,
Every other I swing by to bring him some lunch!
(Jorma) Oh! Now that just sounds nice! call it right there. Game over, motherfuckers. Lonely Island, we started this fake-rap shit. The world needs us!