The Compliments Lyrics - The Wack Album - The Lonely Island

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 shit 

Dude is thoughtful as fuck, 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 shit, 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 fucking 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 "fuck it, I'm in" cause they said I'd get paid 

One thing's for sure, these dudes are weird motherfuckers 

So kick back and listen, watch 'em compliment each other 

My man Jorm' fucks 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 shit 

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 fucking you but they'll be thinking 'bout each other 

The compliments, bitch!