The Lonely Island and Solange - Semicolon

Get ready for a whale of a time Shamu
My whole team coming clean shampoo
These dudes is comic relief, whoopie
And I'm the motherfucking monster cookie
When you see me better cross the street Frogger
Then go home and write about it blogger
Did I do that? Urkel
Yo Angela, who's The Boss? Merkel
I'll take you where you've never been Oxnard
Then make you suck a bulls' nut ox nard
If Miss Moore married Josh Demi Brolin
A comma and a fucking dot semicolon

We run these streets stop lights
All eyes on me, spot lights
Each semicolon brings us closer to the top

I'm loud and I'm zipping around, jet ski
Your dick is little like Wayne Gretsky
But Gretsky's got a big dick clarification
Everyone who's rude to me Paris vacation
My stomach's getting fat food
Leave trash inside my car rude
You're acting all Machio Ralph
But I'll eat all you cats, Alf

We run the game; umpire
Always chase the night, young squire
These semicolons are my light inside the dark

It's right under your nose, semicolon; mouth
Opposite of north, semicolon south
Right over your home, semicolon attic
Hooked on semicolons, semicolon addict

We got the game on lock toy chest
You're too big for your clothes, boys vest
You know we out of control, no brakes
Your birthday party sucked no cakes

When it comes to punctuation
You know we're number one
And to the people of every nation
Feel the power of the semicolon

Written by:
Akiva Schaffer, Andrew Samberg, Bogdan Osipenko, Jorma Taccone, Kevin Clark White, Michael Clinton Woods

Publisher:
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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