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Granny started chat just to light me up,
 With a smirk on her face and a dirty teacup.
 “Thumbs up, chat,” she teased the crowd,
 Then dropped my name and said it loud.
She knew what the guest would say,
 She knew for months — played it anyway.
 Now she cries, “I didn’t know!”
 But that’s just part of her dirty show.
She worked the crowd, she set the scene,
 Then played victim — real mean queen.
 She let her friend take all the blame,
 While she sat back, soaking fame.
You hate me that much, Jess? For real?
 You fake the shock but strike to kill.
 So don’t act sweet, don’t act surprised —
 You pulled the strings, then played denied.
You're no hero, you're not clean,
 You’re Tonya with a livestream.
 Could’ve just practiced, played it fair,
 Instead you swung for the knees on air.
So thanks, Granny, you proved me right,
 You gave me fuel to cry all night.
 Your hate was loud, your shade was cold…
 And now the victim role’s mine to hold.