Crack in the Tin (Bella Donna disstrack round 2)

Yo this is Zara venom in the building This goes for Bella Donna fucking round 2 The lies of you is insane you send Ashton and beyond the wolf a death threat don’t even lie Your teeth are missing. You called star legion a slut but You are the only slut also you lied that you didn’t hmm anyways here you go **Belladonna Backlash (Round 2) Intro (breathy, spiteful) Ayy — round two, venom in the booth, yeah. You popped your head up again, bet I clip the truth, uh. Verse 1 (rapid-fire) Bella Dona, poisonous name but you got no bite, sippin’ on fake fame in a studio light. You tossin’ little jabs, I send whole rounds — dynamite, watch the smoke clear, I’m the shadow that owns the night. You think you spicy? Nah, baby, you microwave hot, puffed up with steam but no flavor in the pot. Talk big on the 'Gram, but offline you shrink, I read you like receipts, every lie in ink. Your rhymes are costume jewelry, cheap on the tongue, I’m the thunder in the stereo when the real one come. You flex like you fed — more hollow than a drum, I’m the architect of clout, you just a crumb. Hook (anthemic, sneer) Round two, belladonna, watch me counterstrike, I plant my flag in the night, you just barter likes. Venom in my verse, but it’s truth that I write, I’m the headline, you the footnote — fade to white. Round two, belladonna, this the comeback mic, I move like a phantom, you just chase the light. No stunt double, this the mainstage fight, your brand’s counterfeit — I cut clear, precise. Verse 2 (faster, sharper) You hustle off illusion, I hustle off respect, every step I take is a ledger — check the check. You claim the throne, I laugh — vacant seat, no crown, I pull receipts, show the cracks in your downtown. Persona sold in bundles, price tag on the soul, I’m the overdose of truth while you just play the role. Your team whisper tactics, I hear ’em through the static, call it what it is — staged, plastic, dramatic. I’m rapid with the syllables, lethal with the stance, you get lost in the chorus, I’m the reason they glance. No pity in my pockets, just focus and advance, you flinch at the spotlight — I make the whole world dance. Bridge (menacing, low) You’re a flash in a lens, I’m the film that never ends, round two, I came to collect what your lies pretend. No blood sport — just scoreboard, nitty-gritty pen, I assassinate clout with the rhythm of my pen. Verse 3 (cold, cutting) Bella talk sweet but her deals come sour, I’m the rain on your parade, storm in the hour. You gamble on the rumor, I invest in the power, I bloom in the dark while your petals devour. You run on borrowed lines like a ghost on replay, I write new language while you fade to gray. Call me ruthless, call me savage, call me whatever you say, I only speak facts — your empire’s decay. Round two, it’s clearer — I’m the plague on your parade, but not violent, just lyrical — your facade I invade. I build while you imitate, fabricate, cascade, I’m the last one smilin’ when the cheap act’s unmade. Hook (reprise, louder) Round two, belladonna, watch me counterstrike, I plant my flag in the night, you just barter likes. Venom in my verse, but it’s truth that I write, I’m the headline, you the footnote — fade to white. Round two, belladonna, this the comeback mic, I move like a phantom, you just chase the light. No stunt double, this the mainstage fight, your brand’s counterfeit — I cut clear, precise. Outro (cold laugh → fade) Tick-tock, Bella, clock’s on your shelf, I came for the crown — left you with yourself. Round two done, remember the sound — Belladonna backstabbed — now she bowin’ down. Fuck the fucking witch Bella Donna the clown