paroles de chanson Blurred Bynes (feat. Detox & Vicky Vox) - Willam feat. Detox & Vicky Vox

Amanda Bynes is fucked up!
She sure is.
Sure is!

Okay. In 5, 6, 7.

(Boop, Boop, Boop)

7, 8.

Not hey hey hey
I don't wanna get sued.
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 (Boop, Boop, Boop)
She must be snorting lines. (I'll be back) (Boop, Boop, Boop)
I wanna be Amanda Byrneheart (Boop, Boop, Boop)

OK she smoked some weed;
You know you can't malign her. (Malign?)
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)

Hey, hey, hey
That's why we gonna take a seat girl (Sit down)
We right behind you,
You just do you boo,
FICA ain't gon' 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, (that's a wig?)
Looking real, real sketchy
Don't use a mask 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, Boop)

Aaahaaahaaaa I don't know (That's fucked 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)
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., (I don't know I was sucking his dick, and...)
Gonna steal your codine.
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.
Trunck this pipe,
Get dick
Psych hold's the T
Girl please tweet me
Saying I'm ugly (You don't look that bad)
Heeeeeeyyy
I think your comeback gig
Will be on "Intervention" (oh I love A&E)
Cause you smoked away
Your SAG/AFTRA pension
Coke nose shot-muggin' (Boop, Boop, Boop)
Smoked on Glade Plug-In. (Boop, Boop, Boop)(You can do that?)
Better get them drugs in. (Boop, Boop, Boop)
And That's why we gonna take a seat girl.
We right behind you,
You just do you boo,
Fire can gonna stop you. (We love you...)
Got your back, girl.
What I like about you. (Alright)
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. (Mess girl)
Bitch when you O.D.,
You're gonna O.D., (alright)
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)
Ok, lets go.