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Hey yo, new Lonely Island. Two-thousand eleven. Let's get 'em Kiv!
Hey yo my **** don't work, that s*it is soft as a pillow
My girlie lookin' at me like \"you for real, dude?\"
Hey yo hold up, hold up. We gotta come harder than that, yo tell 'em Andy!
I think there might be somthin' wrong with my ****
It's like a melted stick of butter, so soft that it can't feel the rubber
Hey yo come on man, this is Lonely Island, people are countin' on us
I gotta write all these motherf****rs myself (woo)
Hey yo I think I broke my **** in the sink
It's so small and ugly, all smashed and flat like it was playing rugby
Hold up, hold up, this is serious, Kiv, let 'em know
Yo for real, I suffer from stinky ****
Every time I take a piss it smells just like s*it
Ha ha, yeah that's what I'm talking about
Andy, show them how it's done
My **** looks like the fat that you cut off a steak
Smashed in like my b***s went 'n stepped on a rake
Lonely Island, Grammy nominated, yeah. Hit 'em again
Yo, straight out the box with my soggy little shrimp
I was a eight year old girl before the doctor found my ****
We make too much money for this s*it, murder music
I s*it the bed 'cause my **** played a prank on my butt (hit 'em)
Straight crept when I slept an stuck a laxative up
Suppository music
What y’all know about incontinence?
I got hepatitis C from horse, but no confusion (yeah)
It wasn’t from the ***, it was a blood transfusion
What? Motherf****r got horse blood, what y'all got?
I write freaky fan fiction where cartoons ****
Got CGI Garfield lickin’ Marmaduke’s nuts
Whoa, I would like to see that! This is that Garfield *** music. Now y'all just showin' off. Preach!
I got a friend named Reggie who lives down at the dump (tell 'em)
Every other week I swing by and bring him some lunch
Oh! Now that just sounds nice.
Imma call it right there, game over, motherf****rs.
Lonely Island, we started this fake rap s*it, the world needs us!
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