Queen of all the apathy, a horrible person, I got a verse for you, it suits your aversion to any criticism Anybody with eyes can see your crimes, and my rhymes go out to Gretchen and all of the little kids you diddle Gretchen was the cat you beat and stabbed to squash a petty beef You could have just logged off but you went and you killed a pretty kitty All because some trolls hacked your account and made you do some dances Bet you never said it was all because you were grooming kiddies Dead drama doesn’t cover it Kids were suffering and you sat back and laughed, loving it You bullied a teenager until she fucking killed herself And laughed at that like it’s a joke and never faced the punishment
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