Kasland Get Looney
[Intro:]
Nah nah nah,
Nah nah nah (alright) nah nah,
Nah nah nah (alright) nah nah,
Nah nah nah (alright) nah nah,
Nah nah nah (Here we go!) nah nah,
[Verse 1:]
Let’s get looney like Mr. Bugs Bunny,
Go on and shake your ass with Mr. Loves Money,
Tell me that you’re young hun I really like your bun
buns,
Mr. K. Sleezy has a thing for the young ones,
Let’s dance away the night girl it might go slow, it
might go fast,
I like to watch you dance girl cause I really like your
ass,
I take a wild guess why every girl calls me psychopath,
Maybe it’s cause I like to wear lipstick on my Michael
mask,
So come on girl pucker up for Ms. Myers,
I don’t diss rappers baby girl I diss liars,
The ones who like to say that they’re all about the
music,
When they’re all about the money and they’re fake I
just lose it,
Guards in the asylum turn on a tight beat,
Cause they know I start dancing and I can’t control my
feet,
I start to shake my booty and I start getting hot,
That’s how Mr. K. Sleezy ends up getting caught.
[Chorus: x2]
This beat right here makes me want to shake my booty,
Just get up and dance I don’t mean to sound fruity,
Come on girl don’t act like a nooby,
Stand up with me and let’s get looney!
[Verse 2:]
You can keep your pants on, Imma take my pants off,
We don’t have to dance long, we’ll just have a dance
off,
Once you play the damn song, I can take my hands off,
My butt cheeks and I let them clap ‘til I can’t cough,
I got some jiggy in my system and my butt won’t stop,
Get on your knees little slut don’t talk,
What the hell are you doing, get your hands off my
zipper,
I just said get on your knees so I can feel bigger,
Look security guards while I’m jammin’ on camera,
Rocking out big like Hannah Montana,
Feeling like a pop star, flashy like a cop’s car,
Healing crazy minds that rely on me like OnStar,
Damn baby girl I think I’m starting to feel hungry,
Go pick me up some sushi and get it with your money,
I’d get it myself, but there is no chance in,
Hell that I can get myself to stop dancing.
[Chorus: x2]
[Verse 3:]
I crank that Soulja Boy while I try to sip pop,
Put the can up to my lips, but then a drip drop,
Everybody always want to say shit talk,
I think superman’s here to save hip hop,
But I could be wrong though it wouldn’t be the first
time,
Like when I got yelled at for making up that nurse
rhyme,
I think it kinda went a little something like this,
What… You thought I was actually gon’ tell you?
Going crazy in my cell getting wild and tearing sheets,
I’ll kick you in the forehead while I’m wearing cleats,
Leave you with a bruise the size of D. Prince,
I think I just made a fat joke, gee wiz,
Kids look up to me like I belong on Nick Junior,
Parents sick of Dora I can make you sick sooner,
Want to see a magic trick (ok),
I can make your kid disappear (no wait!).
[Chorus: x4]
