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(Jorma) Hey yo, new Island, 2011, let's get 'em Kiv!
(Akiva) Hey yo my dick don't work, that shit is as a pillow,
My lookin' at me like
You for real
(Jorma) Hey yo, hold up, hold up. We come harder than that. Yo, tell 'em Andy...
(Andy) I think there might be wrong with my dick,
It's like a melted of butter
So soft it can't fill a rubber
(Jorma) Hey yo, on man, this 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,
It's so and ugly,
All smashed and flat it was playin' rugby,
Hold up, hold up, 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 I'm talking about. Andy, show 'em how it's done.
(Andy) My dick looks like the fat 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 doctor my dick.
(Jorma) We make too much money for this shit! music...
(Andy) I shit the bed my dick played 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 Hepatitis C 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 where fuck!
Got CGI Garfield licking nuts!
(Jorma) Wooo! I would like to see that! This Garfield sex music! Now y'all just showing off! Preach.
(Akiva) I got a friend Reggie who lives down at the dump,
other week 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!