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