Amanda Bynes is f***** up!
Sure she is
Sure is
Okay.
In 5, 6, 7.
boop boop boop
7, 8
Not hey hey hey!
I don't wanna get suited! Now-ooowooooaw!
Remember that girl from that show All That
she's in her own world. Fifty-one-fifty fact.
Her tweeker tweets are great
she must be snorting lines. (I'll be back)
I want to be Amanda Bynes ahhh-arrrgh-arrrrah!
OK she smoked some weed; you know you can't malign her.
So high she tweets to Drake to murder her v*****. (Oh I get it)
But he ignored the Chica.
So she just smoked more reefer.
Acid laced rolling papers.
(That's right)
Hey, hey, hey
That's why we gonna take a seat girl (Sit down)
We right behind you, you just do you boo, fire can't gonna stop you.
Got your back, girl. What I like about you. Is when you huff glue.
Talkin s*** when you vine, too.
We love you Blurred Bynes.
New t*** real s**y, wig extra messy,
looking real, real sketchy
f*** you's a mess girl
b**** when you O.D., you're gonna O.D.
gonna steal your codine.
Whitney, Britney, Lohan, Charlie Sheen and Russell Brand all agree that she's the man,
wait hold up she was in She's the Man.
(Say what!)
b**** didn't careless. Bath salts for breakfast. What rhymes with breakfast... aaahaaahaaaa I don't know (That's f***** up)
So what she smoked some weed she need a high times column
Cracked out so f-ing bad, looks like a platinum gollum.
b**** you don't need a doctor (uh uh)
Just pass me them poppers, ain't nothing gonna stop us.
And that's we gonna take a seat girl
Sit the f*** down
We right behind you, you just do you boo, fire can't gonna stop you.
Got your back, girl. What I like about you. Is when you huff glue.
Taking s*** when he blame you.
We love you Blurred Bynes.
Your t*** real s**y, wig extra messy, looking real, real sketchy
But you're so a mess girl
b**** when you O.D., you're gonna O.D., gonna steal your codine.
Oh s*** here I come.
Hold up she needs a snack, Making ducky faces in the mirror, quack quack,
From percocet to meth and back, Easy A, Special K, but crack is whack.
Pierce your cheeks, shave your head then mug and pout, don't know what's all the f*****' fuss about. Padded rooms while you scream and shout. Kick a guard in the nuts then you bust on out, b****.
Smoke this pipe.
Get d***.
Then nap.
Bye Felicia
Say calls em 'T'
Go girl, please, sweet me.
Say I'm ugly.
(You don't look that bad)
I think your comeback gig will be an intervention.
Cause you smoked away your SAG actor pension.
c**e knows you're muggin'
Smoked a Glade Plug-In(You can do that?)
Better get them drugs in.
That's why we gonna take a seat girl.
We right behind you, you just do you boo, fire can't gonna stop you.
Got your back, girl. What I like about you. (Alright) Is when you huff glue.
Taking s*** when he blame you
We love you Blurred Bynes.
Your t*** real s**y, wig extra messy, looking real, real sketchy
But you a mess girl
b**** when you O.D., you're gonna O.D., go ahead and [ ], go ahead and bounce
(I'm sorry, I'm sorry)
(Are we even recording this?)
(I sure hope not)
(We love you girl yeah yeah)
(I'm done, we're going home)
(We gonna eat)
(I think she's dead)
Lets go.
Sure she is
Sure is
Okay.
In 5, 6, 7.
boop boop boop
7, 8
Not hey hey hey!
I don't wanna get suited! Now-ooowooooaw!
Remember that girl from that show All That
she's in her own world. Fifty-one-fifty fact.
Her tweeker tweets are great
she must be snorting lines. (I'll be back)
I want to be Amanda Bynes ahhh-arrrgh-arrrrah!
OK she smoked some weed; you know you can't malign her.
So high she tweets to Drake to murder her v*****. (Oh I get it)
But he ignored the Chica.
So she just smoked more reefer.
Acid laced rolling papers.
(That's right)
Hey, hey, hey
That's why we gonna take a seat girl (Sit down)
We right behind you, you just do you boo, fire can't gonna stop you.
Got your back, girl. What I like about you. Is when you huff glue.
Talkin s*** when you vine, too.
We love you Blurred Bynes.
New t*** real s**y, wig extra messy,
looking real, real sketchy
f*** you's a mess girl
b**** when you O.D., you're gonna O.D.
gonna steal your codine.
Whitney, Britney, Lohan, Charlie Sheen and Russell Brand all agree that she's the man,
wait hold up she was in She's the Man.
(Say what!)
b**** didn't careless. Bath salts for breakfast. What rhymes with breakfast... aaahaaahaaaa I don't know (That's f***** up)
So what she smoked some weed she need a high times column
Cracked out so f-ing bad, looks like a platinum gollum.
b**** you don't need a doctor (uh uh)
Just pass me them poppers, ain't nothing gonna stop us.
And that's we gonna take a seat girl
Sit the f*** down
We right behind you, you just do you boo, fire can't gonna stop you.
Got your back, girl. What I like about you. Is when you huff glue.
Taking s*** when he blame you.
We love you Blurred Bynes.
Your t*** real s**y, wig extra messy, looking real, real sketchy
But you're so a mess girl
b**** when you O.D., you're gonna O.D., gonna steal your codine.
Oh s*** here I come.
Hold up she needs a snack, Making ducky faces in the mirror, quack quack,
From percocet to meth and back, Easy A, Special K, but crack is whack.
Pierce your cheeks, shave your head then mug and pout, don't know what's all the f*****' fuss about. Padded rooms while you scream and shout. Kick a guard in the nuts then you bust on out, b****.
Smoke this pipe.
Get d***.
Then nap.
Bye Felicia
Say calls em 'T'
Go girl, please, sweet me.
Say I'm ugly.
(You don't look that bad)
I think your comeback gig will be an intervention.
Cause you smoked away your SAG actor pension.
c**e knows you're muggin'
Smoked a Glade Plug-In(You can do that?)
Better get them drugs in.
That's why we gonna take a seat girl.
We right behind you, you just do you boo, fire can't gonna stop you.
Got your back, girl. What I like about you. (Alright) Is when you huff glue.
Taking s*** when he blame you
We love you Blurred Bynes.
Your t*** real s**y, wig extra messy, looking real, real sketchy
But you a mess girl
b**** when you O.D., you're gonna O.D., go ahead and [ ], go ahead and bounce
(I'm sorry, I'm sorry)
(Are we even recording this?)
(I sure hope not)
(We love you girl yeah yeah)
(I'm done, we're going home)
(We gonna eat)
(I think she's dead)
Lets go.