You're filthy bitch.
I see you.
And I just want to take your kids away from you.
Ha, ha, ha.

Everytime they take your picture.
There seems to be something really wrong with you.
You're starving for attention.
And that's why you do the fucked up things that you do.

Open car doors, spread your legs like a whore.
I can't believe 'ya.
Would flash 'ya beaver.
Camera's are flashing, while your core is crashing.
Good intentions, bad hair extensions.

Now your fans are saying:
"Britney is a whore, filthy whore, filthy, filthy whore!"
"Britney is a bore, ditzy bore, ditzy, ditzy bore!"
"Don't like her no more, Please ignore that retarted whore!"
"Britney is a whore, filthy whore, filthy, filthy whore!"

Mental retartation.
It's the result of years of in-breeding.
I bet you've got a yeats infection!
You dumped your hubby, then got real chubby.
You may have cash, but you're just trailer trash.
Without your stylist, you're just a vileist.
Thanks to your drinking, you're barely lip syncing.
I'm embarresed, you're worse than Paris.

Everybody's saying:
"Britney is a whore, filthy whore, filthy, filthy whore!"
"Britney is a bore, ditzy bore, ditzy, ditzy bore!"
"Don't like her no more, Please ignore that retarted whore!"
"Britney is a whore, filthy whore, filthy, filthy whore!"