Markaholic - Blurred Bynes (feat. Detox & Vicky Vox) lyrics
Amanda Bynes is f**ed up! She sure is (sure is) #SAVEBYNES 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**ed 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** when you vine, too We love you Blurred Bynes New tits real s**y Wig extra messy Looking real, real sketchy f** you's a mess girl b**h 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**h 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**ed up) 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**h you don't need a doctor (uh uh) Just pa** 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 gonna stop you Got your back, girl What I like about you Is when you huff glue Talking sh** when you vine, too We love you Blurred Bynes New tits real s**y Wig extra messy Looking real, real sketchy But you a mess girl b**h when you O.D (When's the rap coming up?) You're gonna O.D Gonna steal your codine Oh sh** 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**in' fuss about Padded rooms while you scream and shout Kick a guard in the nuts then you bust on out, b**h 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 d** 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** when you vine, too We love you Blurred Bynes New tits real s**y Wig extra messy Looking real, real sketchy But you a mess girl b**h when you O.D You're gonna O.D. (all right) Go ahead Amanda Bynes f** 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)