Black Widow - The Queens response

[Intro –Spoken by Black Widow, over slow strings, ambient dread] [Voice: Calm, queenly, unimpressed] She thought I was someone else. And still… lost. How poetic. Never interrupt a tantrum. They self-destruct so gracefully. I simply light the candles, and watch her bleed theatrically. She called it war— I saw performance art. A shaky script, a plastic heart. She swung at ghosts with glittered fists, Then tripped herself mid-counterfeit. She mistook her chaos for a crown, And threw it at the mirror 'til she drowned. So why engage a child in flames, When silence frames their final shame? [Hook – “You Dissed Yourself”] [Regal flow, rising orchestration, precise cadence] You didn’t diss me — you exposed your shelf, Screamed at fiction and outed yourself. I’m not who you fought, but I watched it unfold, Like a paperback tantrum, too sloppy to hold. You punched at a ghost and broadcast defeat, Sliced your own name with your amateur heat. You made noise, and I made notes. Now bow, little spark— This is how fire chokes. [Verse 1 – The Imaginary Attack] You threw a tantrum in a costume aisle, Screaming at a woman I’ve never been. Scarlett’s not my shadow, child— But you still lost to her within. You aimed for latex, memes, and fog, Quoted cities you’ve never seen. You loaded clips with comic scenes— And missed the woman in between. “Russian Barbie”? I’ve never worn plastic. “Spy school”? You learned from captions. You named your ghosts and called it shade— Then hit record and clicked “engage.” You raged at fiction, scripted clean— Then tripped on truth behind the screen. And now I stand, not bruised, but bored— Watching you drown in your own accord. All that venom? Never touched me. All that screaming? Sounded plushy. You brought a diss to a mirrored hall— And left admitting nothing at all. So let me say what you couldn’t see: You didn’t diss me. You dissed your belief. You wrote a tantrum dressed as war— And signed it, “Madisynn,” on the floor. [Hook – Repeat with sharpened delivery] You didn’t diss me — you exposed your shelf, Screamed at fiction and outed yourself. I’m not who you fought, but I watched it unfold, Like a paperback tantrum, too sloppy to hold. You punched at a ghost and broadcast defeat, Sliced your own name with your amateur heat. You made noise, and I made notes. Now bow, little spark— This is how fire chokes. [Verse 2 – Flipping Her Chaos Queen Persona] You said you're a bottle of gasoline— I uncork poisons and burn unseen. You’re a sparkler in a trash fire meme, I’m the fuse beneath a sovereign regime. You said you’re trending? That’s just rotation. I stay etched in ruin and quotation. Your fame resets in twenty-four, Mine folds like blades in folklore. You haunt in heels? I glide in silk. You chase applause — I drain with guilt. You sip vodka? I distill blood. You mouth off — I drown in floods. You flash a trap? I forge allure. You bait for likes — I bait for war. You blur your selfies, cry for clicks, I vanish men with subtle lips. You sleepwalk drama aisle to aisle, I bled truth down palace tiles. You love the word "survive"? That’s nice. I built myself. You begged for life. You blink and miss what queens digest. I blink and kingdoms manifest. You think that chaos makes you feared— It makes you loud. I engineer. [Bridge – Spoken interlude over ambient piano and clock ticks] You thought you were savage. But you were just early. A preview. Of your own unraveling. You thought you disrespected me? Darling… You documented yourself. [Final Hook – Slowed, colder delivery] You didn’t diss me — you confessed on beat, Revealed your cracks and called it heat. I’m not the flame you flicked at night, I’m the smoke that steals your final light. [Spoken Outro – The Queen of Hearts] You danced like a toddler in glitter and spite, Screaming my name in hopes I might bite. But queens don’t shout. They listen. You played jester, painted loud— I sat still and watched the crowd. You asked for war, but brought a mess— I cleaned it with a silk caress. So tread lightly, my dear… Or I will need to make action of my final words: Off with your head.