Jeffrey E. had a plane so fly,
With creepy friends and alibis.
He said “I’m rich!” and bought an isle,
But that whole vibe? Straight-up vile.
He had a house with secret cams,
A black book full of bigwig scams.
He’d “donate” cash and rub some backs,
And somehow dodge those ankle shacks!
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🛩️
(Chorus)
Where’s the list, Miss? Where’d it go?
With all the names we’re not supposed to know?
It vanished quick—ain’t that a twist?
“Died in jail”? …Okay, but where’s the list?!
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🎶
(Verse 2)
2005, police came in—
Palm Beach said “Hey, this guy’s sin!”
But somehow charges went away,
’Cause rich men rarely have to pay.
He got a deal, went home at night,
Most folks thought, “This ain’t right!”
2019? They tried again…
But surprise! He died in the pen.
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👀
(Bridge)
The guards were “napping,”
The cams stopped “snapping,”
And just like that—no one saw a thing!
The files went missing,
The court kept dissing,
And no one heard the victims sing!
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🎶
(Verse 3)
Prince and prez and CEO,
Names that made the spotlight glow.
Models, moguls, fancy ties—
And still we’re fed those same ol’ lies.
He trafficked teens, he built a ring,
And somehow barely faced a thing.
But ask for justice, truth, or list?
They act like you don’t exist!
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🧨
(Final Chorus)
Where’s the list, sis? Where’d it go?
Was it shredded with a wink and a bow?
It’s hush-hush time in power town,
Where creeps get paid, and truth gets drowned.
So if they say “it’s classified,”
Just wink, my friend—and ask with pride:
🎤
Where’s the list?! WHERE’S THE LIST?!
(And don’t say “oops,” we’re not that dense!)
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👶 [Outro – Group Clap-Along]
🎵
“If you fly on jets with Epstein…
You should answer what you’ve seen!”
(clap-clap)
“If you’re sweating from this track…
Hand the list and don’t come back!”
(clap-clap)
“Justice ain’t a magic trick—
We want names, and we want ‘em quick!”
🎤
WHERE’S.
THE.
LIST?!
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