Blurred Bynes

Lyrics

Amanda Bynes is fucked up! She sure is (sure is) She sure is Okay In 5, 6, 7 (Boop, Boop, Boop) 7, 8 (Boop, Boop, Boop) Not hey hey hey! I don't wanna get sued Now Remember that girl from that show "All That?" She's in her own world Fifty-one-fifty: fact Her tweeker tweets are great (boop, boop, boop) She must be snorting lines (I'll be back) (boop, boop, boop) I wanna be Amanda Bynes (boop, boop, boop) (That's fucked up) Okay, she smoked some weed You know you can't malign her So high she tweets to Drake To murder her vagina (Oh, I get it) But he ignored the Chica (boop, boop, boop) So she just smoked more reefer (boop, boop, boop) Acid laced rolling papers (yolo) (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 gonna stop you Got your back, girl What I like about you Is when you huff glue (Miss Byne) Talkin' shit when you vine, too We love you Blurred Bynes New tits real sexy Wig extra messy Looking real, real sketchy Fuck you's a mess girl Bitch 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' (sure was) Bitch didn't care less (boop, boop, boop) Bath salts for breakfast (boop, boop, boop) What rhymes with breakfast (boop, boop) Ah, I don't know (that's fucked up) {willam} So what she smoked some weed She need a High Times column Cracked out so effin' bad Looks like a platinum gollum (uh uh) Bitch 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 fuck down) We right behind you You just do you boo Fire can gonna stop you Got your back, girl What I like about you Is when you huff glue Talking shit when you vine, too We love you Blurred Bynes New tits real sexy Wig extra messy Looking real, real sketchy But you a mess girl Bitch when you O.D (When's the rap coming up?) You're gonna O.D Gonna steal your codine (detox) Oh shit 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 fuckin' fuss about Padded rooms while you scream and shout Kick a guard in the nuts then you bust on out, bitch Smoke this pipe Get dick (uh huh) Then nap (bye Felicia) Psych hold's the T Girl please tweet me Saying I'm ugly Say I'm ugly (You don't look that bad) I think your comeback gig Will be on "Intervention" (oh, I love A&E) 'Cause you smoked your SAG/AFTRA pension Coke nose shot-muggin' (boop, boop, boop) Smoked a Glade Plug-In (boop, boop, boop) (You can do that?) Better get them drugs in (boop, boop, boop) That's why we gonna take a seat girl We right behind you You just do you boo Fire can gonna stop you Got your back, girl What I like about you Is when you huff glue Talking shit when you vine, too We love you Blurred Bynes New tits real sexy Wig extra messy Looking real, real sketchy But you a mess girl Bitch when you O.D You're gonna O.D. (all right) Go ahead Amanda Bynes Fuck Amanda Bynes! (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) (Okay, let's go)