The Compliments (Album Version|Explicit) - The Lonely Island/Too $hort

Ladies listen up

This song is for you

You know it's hard out

There to find a dude

But The Lonely Island's got

Three top notch brothers

So sit back and listen while

They compliment each other

My man Kiv is the sh*t

Dude is thoughtful as f**k

Plus his body is ripped

He's a good listener even

When he's exhausted

And he's crazy hygienic

Always brushing and flossing

But that ain't nothing

Compared to my main man Jorm

The most sensitive

Caring dude I've ever known

He's got that sweet smile

He's got that slow touch

What's the sweet smell

Oh sh*t he cooked you brunch

But hold up my man

Andy's got us both beat

He makes a skinny margarita

That's a wonderful treat

Plus caramel eyes

That are hella disarming

He ain't no f**king Prince

My man is King Charming

Jor you're far to kind

And speaking of kindness

My man Kiv's been diagnosed

With colorblindness

He loves all people

Plus he's got the fat dick

It's like a gold prick

All shiny and thick

When they pitched me this song

They were kinda vague

But I said f**k it

I'm in cause they said I'd get paid

One thing's for sure

These dudes are weird motherf**kers

So kick back and listen

Watch them compliment each other

My man Jorm f**ks all night

Call him Super Mario

Cause he be laying the pipe

He got the eye contact

Like only you in the room

A modern thinking man

He ain't afraid of a broom

Yo you talking feminism

Andy loves that sh*t

Plus the femme fatales

Love him cause he's got good dick

And he's a giver

Donates hella money to charity

He's also got a great sense

Of humor that's personality

I hate to interrupt

But I gotta interject

Kiv grinds his own espresso

Has his own panini press

Kiv So loyal

When he makes his pick

That he'll only think of you

When he's jacking his dick

He's a shoulder to cry on

When you're down in the dumps

He's an outfit to try on

When you need a slam dunk

He's an extra stirring hand

When you're making a soup

Take a ride in his coupe

He makes you wanna shoop

I'm starting to suspect

That these dudes are gay

It's none of my business

They just born this way

I mean how many times

You gon' mention your homie's dick

But still try to act like this

Song is for chicks

So ladies be warned before

You hop under the covers

They might be f**king you

But they'll be thinking about each other

The compliments b**ch