Amanda Bynes is f*cked 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 f*cked 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' sh*t when you vine, too
We love you Blurred Bynes
New tits real sexy
Wig extra messy
Looking real, real sketchy
f*ck you's a mess girl
b*tch 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)
b*tch 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 f*cked 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)
b*tch 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*ck 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 sh*t 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
b*tch when you O.D
(When's the rap coming up?)
You're gonna O.D
Gonna steal your codine
(detox)
Oh sh*t 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*ckin' fuss about
Padded rooms while you scream and shout
Kick a guard in the nuts then you bust on out, b*tch
Smoke this pipe
Get di*k (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 sh*t 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
b*tch when you O.D
You're gonna O.D. (all right)
Go ahead Amanda Bynes
f*ck 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)