Released on September 9, 2013

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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)