Soda Pasta is a simp

The name runs of my tongue, disgust.
It would be pointless to explain my distrust for this filth of a human. Almost like a stutter, trying to get her name out.
Her.  If you haven't torn this family apart yet you've done a good damn job. You've taken advantage of us more times than we've caught, for that felony I hope you rot.
You'll remember my name as my sharp words brand it into your brain.
The one you shouldn't have messed with.