We’re Back

Lyrics

[Intro: Jorma] Ayo, new Lonely Island, 2011 Let's get 'em, 'Kiv! [Verse 1: Akiva] Ayo, my dick don't work, that shit as soft as a pillow My girly lookin' at me like, "You for real, dude?" [Break: Jorma] Ayo, hold up, hold up, we gotta come harder than that Yo, tell 'em, Andy [Verse 2: Andy] I think there might be something wrong with my dick It's like a melted stick of butter, so soft that it can't fill the rubber [Break: Jorma] Aye yo, come on man, this is Lonely Island People are countin' on us I gotta run all these motherfuckers myself, woo! [Verse 3: Jorma] Ayo, I think I broke my dick in the sink It's so small and ugly, all smashed and flat, like it was playing rugby [Break: Jorma] Hold up, hold up, this is serious! Kiv let 'em know! [Verse 4: Akiva] Yo, for real though, I suffer from stinky dick Every time I take a piss, it smells just like shit [Break: Jorma] Haha, yeah, that's what I'm talking 'bout! Andy show 'em, how it's done! [Verse 5: Andy] My dick looks like the fat that you cut off a steak Smashed in like my balls went and stepped on a rake [Break: Jorma] Lonely Island! Grammy nominated! Yeah! Hit 'em again [Verse 6: Akiva] Yo, straight out the box with my soggy little shrimp I was an eight year old girl before the doctor found my dick [Break: Jorma] We make too much money for this shit Murder music! [Verse 7: Andy & Jorma] I shit the bed 'cause my dick played a prank on my butt (Hit 'em!) Straight crept when I slept and stuck a laxative up [Break: Jorma] Suppository music! What y'all know about incontinence? [Verse 8: Akiva & Jorma] I got Hepatitis C from a horse, but no confusion (Yeah!) It wasn't from the sex, it was a blood transfusion! [Break: Jorma] What?! Motherfucker got horse blood! What y'all got?! [Verse 9: Andy & Jorma] I write freaky fan fiction where cartoons fuck Got CGI Garfield lickin' Marmaduke's nuts (woo!) [Break: Jorma] I would like to see that! This is that Garfield sex music! Now y'all just showin' off, preach! [Verse 10: Akiva] I got a friend named Reggie who lives down at the dump Every other week, I swing by and bring him some lunch [Outro: Jorma] Oh, now that just sounds nice! I'ma call it right there, game over, motherfuckers! Lonely Island, we started this fake rap shit! The world needs us!