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The Lonely Island
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The Lonely Island (TLI) es un grupo de comedia estadounidense compuesto por Akiva Schaffer, Jorma Taccone y Andy Samberg, mejor conocido por sus parodias musicales. El grupo es de Berkley, California, y actualmente están en Nueva York.
El grupo empezó creando obras de teatro de comedia en vivo en la escuela secundaria y continuó haciéndolo, ampliando su repertorio de cortometrajes cómicos, parodias musicales (tanto en las canciones y los vídeos), y un episodio piloto completo, antes de que los contratara Lorne Michaels de Saturday Night Live (SNL).
Estando en la serie, escribieron "Lazy Sunday", un vídeo parodia musical, con una mejor producción que sus trabajos anteriores.
Se convirtió en un éxito instantáneo en internet y dio lugar a la creación de cortos similares que también fueron presentados en Saturday Night Live. "Dick in a Box", "Jizz in My Pants", "Like a Boss" y el nominado al Grammy "I'm on a Boat" fueron otros de sus trabajos con un gran éxito y fueron precursores a la grabación y lanzamiento de su primer álbum, Incredibad.
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Ardy Party (Doria Remix 1)
Jul 24, 201100:04:02Tap to summarizehttp://www.thelonelyisland.com/ Lyrics: I knew this cat named Ardy, he wore sandals and socks When he came to the party, he would make sure it rocks He would flail his arms around and do the Ardy dance Leavin every muthafucka with funk in their pants It's Friday, you're at the jam of the year But somethin's missin there: man, Ardy ain't here People standin on the wall, not freakin at all Check it, what you need to do is give Ardy a call And then sixty seconds later there's a knock on the door It's my man Ardy with Bacardi, sayin get on the floor And I've been gettin down ever since he said that shit At the dance club, havin a conniption fit Now, who rocks the party more than Ardy, no one And who smokes base back of the alley, Ardy When we found him on the street, he was homeless and shit So we addicted him to coke so he'd be dependent Now if he wants more drugs he's gotta rock for us Go down the ho stroll and pick up cock for us 'ey yo Ardy's got the steps that'll move your body That's why we like the Ardy that rocks the party We like the Ardy who rocks the party We like the Ardy who rocks the party We like the Ardy who rocks the party We like the Ardy who rocks the party We like the Ardy who rocks the party We like the Ardy who rocks the party We like the Ardy who rocks the party We like the Ardy who rocks the party Ardy stinks like a muthafucka drownin in shit But the crazy part is, how much I love that kid He's so intelligent and charming, ugly and disgusting For a hit a yay he'll do just about anything Like suck my dick, hell yeah he'll suck your dick, nerd You're holdin weight, he'll do anything, word He wears glasses and has a haircut like a clown And if you got a girl over, you don't want him around Cuz he smells bad, nah dawg, cuz he'll snatch her up Straight player for real, sportin sandals and socks Picture: the most disgusting fucking man on the planet Then multiply that by eight, goddamn Ardy's great Do anything for my ace, even clean his face When the schmutz starts to dry, plus he always stays laced In the brand new Tevas, plus the wool socks You came here to party, he came to smoke rocks We like the Ardy who rocks the party We like the Ardy who rocks the party We like the Ardy who rocks the party We like the Ardy who rocks the party We like the Ardy who rocks the party We like the Ardy who rocks the party We like the Ardy who rocks the party We like the Ardy who rocks the party Ardy, smoothest cat you've ever seen The chicks know what I mean: he's so fresh and so clean He'll rub up on your leg without warnin, start humpin it Oh boy, what's that smell in his pants, he's been dumpin it True game, makin all the girls pause Ardy, you look good with that dump in your drawers Yeah, he looks good when he's smokin on rocks And don't forget y'all, he's wearin sandals and socks We like the Ardy who rocks the party We like the Ardy who rocks the party We like the Ardy who rocks the party We like the Ardy who rocks the party We like the Ardy who rocks the party We like the Ardy who rocks the party We like the Ardy who rocks the party We like the Ardy who rocks the party
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Ardy Party (Ardy vs. Kid Icarus Remix)
Jul 24, 201100:03:51Tap to summarizehttp://www.thelonelyisland.com/ Fan Video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zJ8OTrn6ew8 Lyrics: Sandals and socks I knew this cat named Ardy, he wore sandals and socks When he came to the party, he would make sure it rocks He would flail his arms around and do the Ardy dance Leavin every muthafucka with funk in their pants We like the Ardy who rocks the party 'Ey yo it's Friday, you're at the jam of the year But somethin's missin there: man, Ardy ain't here People standin on the wall, not freakin at all Check it, what you need to do is give Ardy a call And then sixty seconds later there's a knock on the door (who is it?) My man Ardy with Bacardi, sayin get on the floor And I've been gettin down ever since he said that shit At the dance club, havin a conniption fit Now, who rocks the party more than Ardy? - No one! And who smokes base back of the alley? - Ardy! When we found him on the street, he was homeless and shit So we addicted him to coke so he'd be dependent Now if he wants more drugs he's gotta rock for us Go down the ho stroll and pick up cock for us 'Ey yo, Ardy's got the steps that'll move your body That's why we like the Ardy that rocks the party We like the Ardy who rocks the party Yo Ardy stinks like a muthafucka drownin in shit But the crazy part is, how much I love that kid He's so intelligent and charming, ugly and disgusting For a hit a yay he'll do just about anything Like suck my dick? - Hell yeah he'll suck your dick, nerd You're holdin weight, he'll do anything - Word? He wears glasses and has a haircut like a clown And if you got a girl over, you don't want him around Cause he smells bad? - Nah dawg, cause he'll snatch her up Straight player for real, sportin sandals and socks Picture: the most disgusting fucking man on the planet Then multiply that by eight, goddamn Ardy's great Do anything for my ace, even clean his face When the schmutz starts to dry, plus he always stays laced In the brand new Tevas, plus the wool socks You came here to party, he came to smoke rocks We like the Ardy who rocks the party Ardy, smoothest cat you've ever seen The chicks know what I mean - He's so fresh and so clean He'll rub up on your leg without warnin, start humpin it Oh boy, what's that smell in his pants? He's been dumpin it True game, makin all the girls pause Ardy, you look good with that dump in your drawers If Ardy ever stopped rockin you know we would kill him Roll him up in a carpet and throw him off of a buildin So I slip him PCP whenever he's not lookin So he keeps the party jumpin from the floor to the ceilin Yeah, he looks good when he's smokin on rocks And don't forget y'all, he's wearin sandals and socks We like the Ardy who rocks the party We like the Ardy who rocks the party
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Ka Blamo! (Didier Red Remix)
Jul 24, 201100:03:43Tap to summarizehttp://www.thelonelyisland.com/ Lyrics: Listen, listen! Here we go downtown Oh boy Oh, I gotta go all around You can't stop Feel the pull You can't stay, won't stay away Ka-Blamo! You just won the lottery - that's ka-blamo! You kissed Shannen Doherty - that's ka-blamo! You joined a sorority - that's ka-blamo! You lied about the lottery - not ka-blamo! You met Fred Segal at a debutante's ball You gave him your number, he gave you a call He told you to meet him at the corner at eight You met him at nine, that's right, you were late You stupid idiot, you don't know what you missed Fred Segal's a star, and you called diss His pimping-ass, cooling-ass, mack-ass building With iggidy-ivy on the wall but not around the lettering You dissed Fred Segal, and everybody knows Ha ha ha ha ha! You're not ka-blamo! The doc fixed your artery - that's ka-blamo! Your mouthwash is gargly - that's ka-blamo! Your water is watery - that's ka-blamo! I majored in pottery - not ka-blamo! You're chillin with your dudes and they stab you in the face On the way to the hospital you're bleedin all over the place Your leg is amputated cuz you got gangrene And then you get cancer and you die in your teens But then this really pretty girl who you always really liked Shows up to your funeral and that's a real mixed blessing Your jello is wobbly - that's ka-blamo! You met Gilbert Gottfried - that's ka-blamo! You're Harlem Globetrottery - that's ka-blamo! You wash the disorderlies - not ka-blamo! When you're mining for coal and you forget what coal is And you're sure to be fired, because that's your job When a mole's in your ass and you wonder where the mole is You're screwed man, a mole is in your ass... job The meaning of life is revealed to you And all of the drinks are old English brew Your whim is the word of the people on earth But the whole mole-in-the-ass thing is haunting you... earth When your fluids are bodily That's ka-blamy! What happened to ka-blamo? I mean ka-blamo! Good, that's better That's ka-blamy! Wait, I'm confused... We said ka-blamo! Yeah, yeah dude Hard Yeah, yeah, yeah dude It's the newest word - say ka-blamo! All the cool kids - say ka-blamo! It's slightly rebellious - say ka-blamo! Your parents will hate it - say ka-blamo! What're you afraid of? - say ka-blamo! Stop trying to be different - say ka-blamo! Come on, just do it - say ka-blamo! Come on, just do it - say ka-blamo! Come on, just do it! - say ka-blamo! Let's tear down the walls and say ka-blamo! Tear down the walls and say ka-blamo! Tear down the walls and say ka-blamo! Tear down the walls and say ka-blamo! Tear down the walls and say ka-blamo! Yeah dude Yeah, yeah, yeah dude Yeah, yeah dude Yeah, yeah dude Burning bridges in the biz - not ka-blamo! Back-breaking labor - not ka-blamo! Andy's a narc - not ka-blamo! Best friends forever? - that's ka-blamo! Shut up! Raa! Raa!
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Ka-Blamo! (Bootleg Remix)
Jul 24, 201100:03:49Tap to summarizehttp://www.thelonelyisland.com/ Lyrics: (This is the world premiere) Listen (he-here we go) Here we go downtown (ha ha!) Oh boy (he-here we go) Oh, I gotta go all around (sofisticado) You can't stop (remix) Feel the pull (he-here we go) You can't stay, won't stay away (it's ka-blamo!, y'all) Ka-Blamo! You just won the lottery - that's ka-blamo! You kissed Shannen Doherty - that's ka-blamo! You joined a sorority - that's ka-blamo! You lied about the lottery - not ka-blamo! (this is the world premiere) You met Fred Segal at a debutante's ball You gave him your number, he gave you a call He told you to meet him at the corner at eight You met him at nine, that's right, you were late You stupid idiot, you don't know what you missed Fred Segal's a star, and you called diss His pimping-ass, cooling-ass, mack-ass building With iggidy-ivy on the wall but not around the lettering You dissed Fred Segal, and everybody knows Ha ha ha ha ha! You're not ka-blamo! (remix) The doc fixed your artery - that's ka-blamo! Your mouthwash is gargly - that's ka-blamo! Your water is watery - that's ka-blamo! I majored in pottery - not ka-blamo! (DJ Paul) You're chillin with your dudes and they stab you in the face On the way to the hospital you're bleedin all over the place Your leg is amputated cuz you got gangrene And then you get cancer and you die in your teens But then this really pretty girl who you always really liked Shows up to your funeral and that's a real mixed blessing (what) Your jello is wobbly - that's ka-blamo! (new shit) You met Gilbert Gottfried - that's ka-blamo! You're Harlem Globetrottery - that's ka-blamo! (this is the world premiere) You wash the disorderlies - not ka-blamo! (Incredibad, y'all) When you're mining for coal and you forget what coal is And you're sure to be fired, because that's your job When a mole's in your ass and you wonder where the mole is You're screwed man, a mole is in your ass... job The meaning of life is revealed to you And all of the drinks are old English brew Your whim is the word of the people on earth But the whole mole-in-the-ass thing is haunting you... earth When your fluids are bodily That's ka-blamy! What happened to ka-blamo? I mean ka-blamo! Good, that's better That's ka-blamy! Wait, I'm confused... We said ka-blamo! (remix) (DJ Paul) Hard (this is the world premiere) It's the newest word - say ka-blamo! All the cool kids - say ka-blamo! It's slightly rebellious - say ka-blamo! Your parents will hate it - say ka-blamo! What're you afraid of? - say ka-blamo! Stop trying to be different - say ka-blamo! Come on, just do it - say ka-blamo! Come on, just do it - say ka-blamo! Come on, just do it! - say ka-blamo! Let's tear down the walls and say ka-blamo! Tear down the walls and say ka-blamo! Tear down the walls and say ka-blamo! Tear down the walls and say ka-blamo! Tear down the walls and say ka-blamo! (This is the world premiere) Burning bridges in the biz - not ka-blamo! Back-breaking labor - not ka-blamo! Andy's a narc - not ka-blamo! Best friends forever? - that's ka-blamo! Shut up! Raa! Raa! (Shit) (DJ Paul) (Peace king, peace king Listen) (New shit) (Shit) (Nas) (Peace king, peace king Listen Shit Peace king, peace king Listen)
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Awesometown Theme Song
Jul 24, 201100:01:25Tap to summarize"The Dudes" grabaron un piloto para la Fox en el 2005 para un programa llamado "Awesometown", sin embargo el canal lo rechazó. Re-editaron una nueva versión del piloto, añadiendo nuevas partes, para una posible adquisición por parte de la MTV o Comedy Network, pero se lo volvieron a rechazar. Video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3nKEf5dMHFI Lyrics: JORMA Since the beginning of time, mankind has searched for sanctuary from poverty, sickness and war. Just recently, three young men found it. Welcome, to Awesometown. Come along with us! Come along to Awesometown! Come along with us! And wipe away your frown! Role call: Andy! Akiva! Jorma! Andy!! ... Akiva ...... Jorma Andy!!! and Jorma and Akiva! Come along with us! Come with us to Awesometown! Give us all your trust! And we won't let you down! Dance break (Left... right... left, right, left) Stop My name's Akiva The brains of the group If ya have a problem I can solve it for you My name's Andy And I play sports I also enjoy building forts My name is Jorma, muthafucka The sensitive one Break your muthafuckin face with the butt of my gun Rip off your arms and break your legs with 'em Spread your ass cheeks and stick my dick in 'em Come along with us! Come with us to Awesometown! Fun times are a must! In Awe... some... town!!!
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Metaphor
Jul 24, 201100:02:10Tap to summarizeby The Lonely Island http://www.thelonelyisland.com/ Lyrics: (I'm ready now, I'm ready to fuck now) I go down to the ocean I take a walk upon your shores I dig up a big ol' hairy clam And then take out the pearl Cuz it's a metaphor I'll marinate your flank steak I'll bread your jumbo shrimp I'll take your little brother to the zoo And I'll marinate your flank steak Cuz it's a metaphor for fuckin It's a metaphor for fuckin I'll be the lounge band on your cruise ship I'll fuck you with my dick I'll put my magic wand inside your... car Then I'll marinate your flank steak Cuz it's a metaphor for flank steak It's a metaphor for flank steak Flank steak is delicious Wish I was eatin it right now And every time that I see one Wanna titty fuck the flank steak Cuz it's a metaphor for fuckin flank steak Yeah it's a metaphor for fuckin flank steak Love is such a mystery
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Saturday Night
Jul 24, 201100:03:32Tap to summarizeby The Lonely Island http://www.thelonelyisland.com/ Lyrics: Hey what's up, man? Nothin. You'll never guess what happened. Check it: last Saturday, my main chicken was like, "You need to take me out for a bubble bath, oil massage, and candlelight dinner!" Oh, oh hell nah! That's what I was sayin, I had to tell her like this: Saturday night is not for romance You've got all week to get into girls' pants Got ladies in the UK and ladies in France But Saturday night I'm in my B-Boy Stance Now... Saturday night is the night after Friday I'm thinkin bout fly-ass girls out on the highway I push my 'celerator and beep my horn It's not a night for dancing, a night for porn Jerkin in the bathroom then coolin with my fellas I'm duckin these broads like rain to umbrellas Saturday night ain't time for the chicks It's time for the fellas to watch porno flicks I'm pokin through, I hope no one can tell I'll go in the bathroom, ring my own bell Ring the alarm, but I'm not The Fu-Schnickens It's Saturday night and I'm dodgin these chickens Wake up on Sunday, taste dude in my mouth Monday back home, the chick's in the house Tuesday now I'm back with my girl Never let her know about my Saturday world Ah... Saturday night is not for romance You've got all week to get into girls' pants Got ladies in the UK and ladies in France But Saturday night I'm in my B-Boy Stance Chillin with the girls can be pretty cool But kickin it with the fellas is a different world A girl can never understand what it's like to be me I stand up while they sit to go pee Well it's guys' night out and I'm feelin real horny Roll to the store for a case of forties Inhibitions go straight out the window Let's explore our bodies and smoke some endo I'd rather watch tv and drink my Jack Than spend my whole Saturday on hittin from the back Sure it's all good to get your snuggle on But I'm a dude for all dudes and my word is bond Yeah his word is bond like the powder for your testes I'm sweet on my boys like a melted bar of Nestlé I'm down for my dudes and it's more than male bonding Our fingers in the ass and men are responding Well... Saturday night is not for romance You've got all week to get into girls' pants Got ladies in the UK and ladies in France But Saturday night I'm in my B-Boy Stance Even though guys are better to bang Girls stay nice like Michael Chang Michael Chang don't win a lotta Grand Slams But his attitude is good so he's the man When we rhyme about tennis you know we'll always be drunk My man Michael Chang's got legs like a tree trunk Michael Chang, he's down with us We've never hung out but we like him a lot Even though he looks young, on the tour he's a veteran A genuine role model Asian American C to the H to the A-N-G Everyone looks tall from his POV He may not know the feeling of victory But he's got a lotta H-E-A-R-T We've never met Chang, and that's alright He can still sleep over on a Saturday night Sat-sat-sat-sat Saturday night is not for romance It's a day for us to get into dudes' pants Whether it be Kirk, Michael Chang, or Lance Saturday night I'm in my B-Boy Stance I'm in my b-boys' pants (I love these pants)
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Zanzabar
Jul 24, 201100:03:44Tap to summarizeby The Lonely Island http://www.thelonelyisland.com/ Lyrics: I was trotting along The desert was hot And I sang this song Yo I'm rugged My camel's got the three wheel motion Every word I say you wanna put into your quotient Zanzabar, raised by the wolves Oxford education as phrased by the wolves My khaki shirt's tucked into my tight khaki pants I drink too much and do my white wacky dance To hell with that, I'm a man without shame Listen to the howls on the wind, there's my name: Zanzabar Hell yes bitch, say it loud I see the shape of vagina in every passing cloud And in my weary state, I thirst for bread Could settle for my sketches of vagina clouds instead I hunger for water, ache for my wolf friends I have jerked off to vagina clouds at least seventy-three times now Vagina clouds Vagina They look so pretty I wonder if people suspect that I'm a wolf As opposed to a manly adventurer Man it's hot, sun all around me I'd better focus on a vagina cloud to ground me Ah, that's better Whoops, there's the wolf cock I think that I'll rape my sidekick with my name: Zanzabar Goddamn is it hot What's the deal? It seems we haven't been talking for hours The sun is so hot I've been eating sand mixed with flour Zanzabar He calls them sand pops I call them disgusting, he likes them a lot, he says: They're tastier hot, better strike that match up I say maybe you're right. Could you pass the ketchup? And that's about it, on the conversation front What could he be thinking as he sits on his hump? (Zanzabar) I bet he just hates the rice pilaf I made And seems less than impressed with the soufflé I souffléed In fact he's never impressed with anything that I cook He just points to the sky, turns to me, and says look That vagina cloud there, I think it winked at me! I say that's great Double-Z, I only saw a bunny And that one there, sort of looks like a gun A vagina gun? No, a regular one Like this one here, that I'm pointing at you Filled with poisonous darts that stick to you like glue See I'm sick of your crap, and your vagina rap So I leave you to die, as your spinal gets tapped Slowly losing your mind and start hallucinating So you can watch your clouds and keep masturbating Whoa, Zanzabar feels funny I'm floatin up to the clouds and everything looks runny Z, come back, I feel terrible! But the heat and the verbal abuse was unbearable! Worry not toady sidekick, I don't hate ya Though I wish I had time to come down there and rape ya You don't mean that I'm sure, it's the poison that's talking With my new wings I prefer flying to walking You're just flapping your arms in the sand Your delusions of grandeur are certainly grand Now if you don't mind I'll be flying to China Oh look! There's a cactus that's shaped like a vagina Wait you fool, ah I stepped in some shit Observe as I tickle the cactus's clit I just bought these shoes, holy crap I am mad Now I'll have to return them, and I lost the receipt Ah, it must be here somewhere, in the trash Ah, who took out the trash? Mom, I told you not to come in here, this is my room! Honey... It's my room, my space! Hey, I pay the bills! Don't you see the sign on the door? I got it from Chuck E Cheese! Where's your friend Zanzabar? Gone, what do you care? Well he was such a nice friend You're always barging in here, and trying to tell me what to do! Hey I'm sick of this, so freaking sick of this! Hey, since your father left we've had to make some cutbacks Hey!
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Stork Patrol
Jul 24, 201100:02:45Tap to summarizeby The Lonely Island http://www.thelonelyisland.com/ Video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rH9giCg3Nro Lyrics: Stork patrol, always patrollin Stork patrol, he's rollin Stork patrol, with my storkies Stork patrol Yo what up, fine feathered stork? Peace, you're lovely Hollow legs, long beak, feathers so cuddly Yo I wanna step to you stork, but I don't know how Your style's mad intimidating, makes me go wild Get ya open like those web toes You know I spread those scrawny bird legs past the head when I bed those Stanky sea stork steady salty in your seed sack Have at this barnacle, bird, ya know I need that Your feathers shiny, nasty plumage Let me probe your inner sanctum, I love you doin it Witchya storkin ass Beautiful Marabou Plenty of birdseed for you, incubators too What up Marabou-bou, don't I recognize you? National Geographic, cover, ninety-two Turn around your backyard, I can barely speak Oops, there go my kids all over your beak Calling all storks, we're on a stork patrol We have an APB out for three storks heading one-eighty Chicks fly the coop when you pull up to dem first She's a beautiful specimen (she's a stork! ) A beautiful specimen 'Ey yo peepin, I know you love Victoria's Egret Garter belts all in your claws on some freak ish I love you like my wingspan, everything's grand Knock it airborne, make you pray to god to bring land Never worry bout what your friends say, they're just pelicans Swallowin the minnows of this other species' gentlemen Thirty days, thirty nights on my eggs you sitted Cuz you always been committed, til the day I was acquitted Lovely, eatin baby crocodiles and insects Let me be your park ranger and your sanctuary pretect Ooh, I wanna ruffle you up, suck on your beak Freak nasty ish, make you stand on one feet Yo my eyes are red, my voice is tremblin Please don't leave me, stork This ish, I need you til the end When the cops came, you held my stash in your beak God damn, nasty freak! Alright, listen up, stork We, human men, have got you surrounded Now come outside and marry one of us
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Ardy Party
Jul 24, 201100:03:18Tap to summarizeby The Lonely Island http://www.thelonelyisland.com/ Lyrics: AKIVA I knew this cat named Ardy, he wore sandals and socks When he came to the party he would make sure it rocks He would flail his arms around and do the Ardy dance Leaving every mother fucker with bulk in their pants JORMA Aye yo it's Friday, you're at the jam of the year But something's missing there, man Ardy ain't here People standing on the wall, not freaking at all Check it, what you need to do man is give Ardy a call And then 60 seconds later there's a knock on the door My man Ardy with Bacardi sayin' "get on the floor" AKIVA And I've been getting down ever since he said that shit At the dance club having a conniption fit Now who rocks the party more than Ardy? ALL No one! AKIVA And who smokes base back of the alley? ALL Ardy! AKIVA When we found him on the street, he was homeless and shit So we addicted him to coke so he would be dependent Now if he wants more drugs he's gotta rock for us Go down the whole stroll and pick up cock for us JORMA Hey yo, Ardy's got the steps that'll move your body That's why we like the Ardy that rocks the party ALL We like the Ardy that rocks the party (We like the Ardy who rocks the party) (Sandals and socks, sandals and socks) (We like the Ardy who rocks the party) (Sandals and socks, sandals and socks) We like the Ardy that rocks the party AKIVA Yo, Ardy stinks like a mother fucker drownin' in shit But the crazy part is, how much I love that kid He's so intelligent and charming, ugly and disgusting For a hit of yay he'll do just about anything (Like suck my dick?) Hell yeah, he'll suck your dick nerd You're holding weight? He'll do anything (Word?) He wears glasses and has a haircut like a clown And if you got a girl over you don't want him around (Because he smells bad?) Naw dog, cuz he'll snatch her up Straight player for real sports sandals and socks JORMA Picture: the most disgusting fucking man on the planet Then multiply that by eight, god damn Ardy's great Do anything for my Ace, even clean his face When the schmutz starts to dry Plus he always stays laced in the brand new Tevas Plus the wool socks, you came here to party, he came to smoke rocks ALL We like the Ardy that rocks the party (We like the Ardy who rocks the party) (Sandals and socks, sandals and socks) (We like the Ardy who rocks the party) (Sandals and socks, sandals and socks) We like the Ardy that rocks the party JORMA Ardy, smoothest cat you've ever seen The chicks know what I mean GIRLS He's so fresh and so clean He'll rub up on your leg without warning Start humping it Oh boy, what's that smell in his pants? He's been dumpin' it True game. Making all the girls pause GIRLS Ardy you look good with that dump in your drawers AKIVA If Ardy ever stopped rocking you know we would kill him Roll him up in a carpet and throw him off of a buildin' So we slip him PCP whenever he's not lookin' So he keeps the party going from the floor to the ceilin' JORMA Yeah, he looks good when he's smoking those rocks And don't forget y'all he's wearing sandals and socks ALL We like the Ardy that rocks the party (We like the Ardy who rocks the party) (Sandals and socks, sandals and socks) We like the Ardy that rocks the party (We like the Ardy who rocks the party) (Sandals and socks, sandals and socks) We like the Ardy that rocks the party We like the Ardy that rocks the party AKIVA Sandals and socks, sandals and socks Sandals and socks, sandals and socks Sandals and socks, sandals and socks
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