My Ghost Bella Donna disstrack part 3

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**Nightshade Crown — Bella Donna (Diss Track No

Intro (breathy, machine-gun cadence)
Ayo—tick-tock—snap—watch me paint the sound—
Nightshade crown—Bella Donna—burn it down

Hook (rapid, punchy)
Bella Donna, petals fall, you stutter when you front,
Poison on your passport, counterfeit of trust,
Crown of thorns, all chatter, I cut the bluff—
Nightshade crown—watch the fake turn to dust.

Verse 1 (staccato, internal rhymes)
Step in the room, you shout like cheap thunder,
Paper throne shaky, every lie goes under.
Smiles on the Gram, hollow in the mirror—clearer,
I read your script, plot twist, now the ending’s nearer.
Slick-tongued snake, you slither in designer,
Words sold by the ounce, morals on consignment.
Flash the wrist, flash the face—no soul behind the glitter,
I spit hard facts, your illusion’s brittle like a quitter.
Claims loud as engines, substance like a whisper,
I’m the wake-up knock, you’re the late-night crisper.
Two-tune stories, got receipts stacked and layered,
You play queen, queen of lies—my verdict’s declared.

Hook (repeat, heavier)
Bella Donna, petals fall, you stutter when you front,
Poison on your passport, counterfeit of trust,
Crown of thorns, all chatter, I cut the bluff—
Nightshade crown—watch the fake turn to dust.

Verse 2 (rapid-fire, multisyllabic rhymes)
You parade like parade floats, hollow confetti, cheap silk,
Smile papercut pretty, underneath it’s guilt.
Contracts inked in sugar, signatures in smoke,
You built your house with whispers—watch it choke.
Name-dropping commas, but the ledger’s clean,
Real recognize real, and your pages scream.
Claim you’re untouchable—nah, you’re touch-and-go,
I’m floodlight, truth, watch the curtains blow.
You trade friends for followers, trade trust for commentary,
I trade lines for legacy, you trade time for vanity.
Every flex a fissure, every brag a crack,
I’m the aftershock—no comeback, just black.

Bridge (breathless, confrontational)
Say it loud—say my name—no, you never said it true,
You play the saint, stage the faint—act like you’re the blue.
But blue turns bruise, and bruise turns proof—
You slipped on your own lies, babe, welcome to the booth.

Hook (call-and-response, venom)
Bella Donna—petals fall, you stutter when you front, (I see you)
Poison on your passport, counterfeit of trust, (paper proof)
Crown of thorns, all chatter, I cut the bluff, (slice)
Nightshade crown—watch the fake turn to dust. (ash)

Verse 3 (rapid, closing knockout)
Third strike, no mercy, I’m the verdict in the verse,
Your echoes are empty—kingdom built on curse.
You hustle in the shallow, I dive to the bedrock,
I’m seismic, your tremor’s just a cheap knock.
All your headlines hollow, paparazzi pause,
I’m the end credit roll—no encore, no applause.
You play with venom, thinking you’re lethal—petty,
I’m the antidote sharp, clean, heavy.
Take the mask off—see the seams and the staples,
You’re a puppet on a stage with paper town fables.
Nightshade crown—thorns tight like a noose,
Bella Donna—final line, this track’s the proof.

Outro (whispered, chilling)
Petals drop—watch the footage freeze,
Nightshade crown—ring it out, bring me keys.
This is Diss Track No. 3—filed and burned,
Bella Donna—lesson learned.

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Bella Donna why you running away You can’t fight your battles ? You are a slut not starlegion you are a witch bitch not her you cloned diva sacrificed but you said you didn’t you send beyoung the wolf a death threat and anonymous brainstorm passed away cause of ur actions he had heart attac ks anyways here it goes **Nightshade Crown — Bella Donna (Diss Track No Intro (breathy, machine-gun cadence) Ayo—tick-tock—snap—watch me paint the sound— Nightshade crown—Bella Donna—burn it down Hook (rapid, punchy) Bella Donna, petals fall, you stutter when you front, Poison on your passport, counterfeit of trust, Crown of thorns, all chatter, I cut the bluff— Nightshade crown—watch the fake turn to dust. Verse 1 (staccato, internal rhymes) Step in the room, you shout like cheap thunder, Paper throne shaky, every lie goes under. Smiles on the Gram, hollow in the mirror—clearer, I read your script, plot twist, now the ending’s nearer. Slick-tongued snake, you slither in designer, Words sold by the ounce, morals on consignment. Flash the wrist, flash the face—no soul behind the glitter, I spit hard facts, your illusion’s brittle like a quitter. Claims loud as engines, substance like a whisper, I’m the wake-up knock, you’re the late-night crisper. Two-tune stories, got receipts stacked and layered, You play queen, queen of lies—my verdict’s declared. Hook (repeat, heavier) Bella Donna, petals fall, you stutter when you front, Poison on your passport, counterfeit of trust, Crown of thorns, all chatter, I cut the bluff— Nightshade crown—watch the fake turn to dust. Verse 2 (rapid-fire, multisyllabic rhymes) You parade like parade floats, hollow confetti, cheap silk, Smile papercut pretty, underneath it’s guilt. Contracts inked in sugar, signatures in smoke, You built your house with whispers—watch it choke. Name-dropping commas, but the ledger’s clean, Real recognize real, and your pages scream. Claim you’re untouchable—nah, you’re touch-and-go, I’m floodlight, truth, watch the curtains blow. You trade friends for followers, trade trust for commentary, I trade lines for legacy, you trade time for vanity. Every flex a fissure, every brag a crack, I’m the aftershock—no comeback, just black. Bridge (breathless, confrontational) Say it loud—say my name—no, you never said it true, You play the saint, stage the faint—act like you’re the blue. But blue turns bruise, and bruise turns proof— You slipped on your own lies, babe, welcome to the booth. Hook (call-and-response, venom) Bella Donna—petals fall, you stutter when you front, (I see you) Poison on your passport, counterfeit of trust, (paper proof) Crown of thorns, all chatter, I cut the bluff, (slice) Nightshade crown—watch the fake turn to dust. (ash) Verse 3 (rapid, closing knockout) Third strike, no mercy, I’m the verdict in the verse, Your echoes are empty—kingdom built on curse. You hustle in the shallow, I dive to the bedrock, I’m seismic, your tremor’s just a cheap knock. All your headlines hollow, paparazzi pause, I’m the end credit roll—no encore, no applause. You play with venom, thinking you’re lethal—petty, I’m the antidote sharp, clean, heavy. Take the mask off—see the seams and the staples, You’re a puppet on a stage with paper town fables. Nightshade crown—thorns tight like a noose, Bella Donna—final line, this track’s the proof. Outro (whispered, chilling) Petals drop—watch the footage freeze, Nightshade crown—ring it out, bring me keys. This is Diss Track No. 3—filed and burned, Bella Donna—lesson learned.

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