Bella Donna and Mel

orchestral, groovy, rap, rapid, male vocals, dramatic, fast trap, experimental, diss track

V4.5+

(intro — rapid hi-hat, snare snap)
Yeah — ayo — burners lit, check the meter, check the meter —
Mel, Bella Donna — y’all signed the receipt, I’m the redeemer!

verse 1 (fast)
Step in the ring, spotlight, microphone fever,
Call me litigator, I litigate deceivers.
Mel talk big, slim on facts, full of vapor,
Sound like a faucet — all drip, no paper.
Bella Donna, poison name, pretty thorn crown,
Smile like a selfie, heart’s on layaway down.
Two-timing syllables, juggling flimsy clout,
I’m the thunder in the background when your thunder puffs out.
You both playin’ small-time games, queen-and-queen of cheap tricks,
I’m the pair of night lights flickin’ — plug your weak switch.
Your verses auto-tuned, like your morals — factory reset,
I bring receipts, hard knocks, a verbal bayonet.
Steppin’ on toes that never even learned to dance,
I lace every bar to make your whole stance lose stance.

hook (rapid, chant)
Mel — you faded, Bella — just a shade, yeah, you paper,
I’m the ink in the ledger, you just vapor, just vapor.
Mel — watch the fade out, Bella — watch the taper,
I spit comet trails, y’all just matchbox capers.

verse 2 (snare triplets, tongue-twister flow)
Mel, you whisper like a rumor with no backbone,
Talk big in alleys but mute when it’s real tone.
You flex a borrowed bite — it’s synthetic, plastic fang,
I menu your collapse, chef special: bang-bang.
Bella Donna, name like danger but act like a cameo,
Flash-on, flash-off — shallow stream, no credo.
You parade with stolen lines, retail poet, markdown,
I’m auctionin’ truths, hammer drops, look ya gown.
Play chess with hollow pawns, I’m checkmate in three,
You miscalculated skill — wrong move, casualty.
I spit barbed comets, meteor shower — pure wreck,
Your narrative’s a pinhole with a paper-thin speck.
Call me curator — I collect your flimsy frames,
Hang ’em in the gallery of fakes, sign ’em “unknown names.”

bridge (half-time, low)
You both got tongues dipped in rumor, tongues dipped in smoke,
I’m the match to ignite, make the curtain uncloak.
No murder — just exposure, headlights in your blind,
Part one — I set the scene, part two — I unwind.

hook (repeat, higher)
Mel — you faded, Bella — just a shade, yeah, you paper,
I’m the ink in the ledger, you just vapor, just vapor.
Mel — watch the fade out, Bella — watch the taper,
I spit comet trails, y’all just matchbox capers.

breakdown (rapid-fire, breathless)
Mel, your catalog’s hollow — ghost in a thrift-store coat,
Bella, your charm’s on layaway, credit claims you can’t tote.
Cameras blink, lights flash, but your story’s old news,
I’m the headline rewrite — sharper cut, new bruise.
You front like royalty but your crown’s glued with doubt,
I’m the solvent in the seams, watch your fake kingship flout.
Talk game, act tame — I expose the marinade,
Sour to the tongue, burnt like coffee that you made.

outro (taunt, slowing)
This is part one — preface, the primer, the primer,
I lit the match, tomorrow I’ll set the full timer.
Mel — Bella — enjoy the echo of your chatter,
I’m the earthquake in the booth — everything else is just matter.
Keep talkin’, keep walkin’ — feet gonna meet the floor,
I’ll be the verse that remembers what you wanted before.

(ad-lib fade)
Yeah — venom & verse — caution: flammable egos.
Part two comin’ — lock your lines, tighten your phantoms.

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Mel and bella Donna I said Melinda and Bella Donna You both desperate for attention You both so obsessed with demon right? You love harrasing demon but here it goes bitches One is a witch another one the the witch crow **VENOM & VERSE (Part 1)** (intro — rapid hi-hat, snare snap) Yeah — ayo — burners lit, check the meter, check the meter — Mel, Bella Donna — y’all signed the receipt, I’m the redeemer! verse 1 (fast) Step in the ring, spotlight, microphone fever, Call me litigator, I litigate deceivers. Mel talk big, slim on facts, full of vapor, Sound like a faucet — all drip, no paper. Bella Donna, poison name, pretty thorn crown, Smile like a selfie, heart’s on layaway down. Two-timing syllables, juggling flimsy clout, I’m the thunder in the background when your thunder puffs out. You both playin’ small-time games, queen-and-queen of cheap tricks, I’m the pair of night lights flickin’ — plug your weak switch. Your verses auto-tuned, like your morals — factory reset, I bring receipts, hard knocks, a verbal bayonet. Steppin’ on toes that never even learned to dance, I lace every bar to make your whole stance lose stance. hook (rapid, chant) Mel — you faded, Bella — just a shade, yeah, you paper, I’m the ink in the ledger, you just vapor, just vapor. Mel — watch the fade out, Bella — watch the taper, I spit comet trails, y’all just matchbox capers. verse 2 (snare triplets, tongue-twister flow) Mel, you whisper like a rumor with no backbone, Talk big in alleys but mute when it’s real tone. You flex a borrowed bite — it’s synthetic, plastic fang, I menu your collapse, chef special: bang-bang. Bella Donna, name like danger but act like a cameo, Flash-on, flash-off — shallow stream, no credo. You parade with stolen lines, retail poet, markdown, I’m auctionin’ truths, hammer drops, look ya gown. Play chess with hollow pawns, I’m checkmate in three, You miscalculated skill — wrong move, casualty. I spit barbed comets, meteor shower — pure wreck, Your narrative’s a pinhole with a paper-thin speck. Call me curator — I collect your flimsy frames, Hang ’em in the gallery of fakes, sign ’em “unknown names.” bridge (half-time, low) You both got tongues dipped in rumor, tongues dipped in smoke, I’m the match to ignite, make the curtain uncloak. No murder — just exposure, headlights in your blind, Part one — I set the scene, part two — I unwind. hook (repeat, higher) Mel — you faded, Bella — just a shade, yeah, you paper, I’m the ink in the ledger, you just vapor, just vapor. Mel — watch the fade out, Bella — watch the taper, I spit comet trails, y’all just matchbox capers. breakdown (rapid-fire, breathless) Mel, your catalog’s hollow — ghost in a thrift-store coat, Bella, your charm’s on layaway, credit claims you can’t tote. Cameras blink, lights flash, but your story’s old news, I’m the headline rewrite — sharper cut, new bruise. You front like royalty but your crown’s glued with doubt, I’m the solvent in the seams, watch your fake kingship flout. Talk game, act tame — I expose the marinade, Sour to the tongue, burnt like coffee that you made. outro (taunt, slowing) This is part one — preface, the primer, the primer, I lit the match, tomorrow I’ll set the full timer. Mel — Bella — enjoy the echo of your chatter, I’m the earthquake in the booth — everything else is just matter. Keep talkin’, keep walkin’ — feet gonna meet the floor, I’ll be the verse that remembers what you wanted before. (ad-lib fade) Yeah — venom & verse — caution: flammable egos. Part two comin’ — lock your lines, tighten your phantoms.

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