Trouble On Dookie Island

- The Lonely Island
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Lyric "Trouble On Dookie Island"
Yea let's do this

Take a good look at me, you need a bad guy like me

All I have in this world is my balls and my work, and I don't break em for no one

Yo hopped out the whip,pop the heater out the clubby

Ski masked it up, bout to jack these fools,love me

Blasted through the door blazing hell with the shells flyin, spiderwebbed the flat screen in one shot, babies crying

Got these bitches nose bloody, face down in the shag

This bitch is flippin-Shut the fuck up and fill the bag

All of a sudden- BOOM, shots from the back room

It was a set up, dude yellin get lit up

Yo we bust out the back, dookie flyin outta my pants

You got the keys, yea boy now make that engine dance

This shit is stallin, fuck man they strapped up

Lets make a brake for it to the crib or the backup

We hit the pavement, dookie bustin all out of my jeans

You hop the fence, so we can get away clean

We hit the dirt, this rottweiler snarlin and smilin

He ripped my pantleg off, a bunch of dookies went flyin

I had to blast, dog brains all in the grass

Mixed with the dookie, yeah man nighty night! Time to smash

Yo we cut through the park, dookies poppin outta my shirt

I handled the bullets from behind, like lead fireworks

Dookie fillin up my sneaks bought to bust, No doubt

Pulled off a icy toner? glove, shook the dookies out

Yo it's a chase, they want us to be chased

Yo duck over here, I gotta ditch some dead dookie waste

Whipped off my stunning? so I could dump the dookie

Cop blazin out the eucalyptus tryin to shoot me

I blew out his back, that's all she wrote man

Yeah, now his chest slapped too, dookies for the boatman?

They comin man, quick throw these dookies in the trash

Hold up more dookie, they comin out fast

Yo I can't move my leg, cause I'm stuck on dookie mountain

Fifty guns open fire, blood spray like a fountain

Now our bodies all shredded, shots blaze right through me

We're deader than dust, done in by the dookie

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The Lonely Island

The Lonely Island

The Lonely Island is an American comedy trio, formed by Akiva Schaffer, Andy Samberg, and Jorma Taccone in Berkeley, California in 2001. The trio first met the previous decade in junior high. After graduating from college, they regrouped and moved to Los Angeles, California, where they struggled to find work and began making short films, combining absurdist comedy and occasionally music. Among the first performers to post their material on the Internet, they involved themselves with Channel 101, a non-profit monthly short film festival. Their popularity at the screenings led to unsuccessful pilot deals with Fox and Comedy Central, but…