**Sweet Venom (Bella Donna Diss)** (Intro — rapid) Yo, Bella Donna — this one’s for you, ha— Fast lane, no brakes, talk quick, move slick, skrrt! (Hook — spit fast) Sweet venom on your lip, you drip, but ain’t legit, Play queen on a cheap throne, plastic crown, counterfeit. I see through that highlight, through the shade and the grit, Talk loud in the spotlight, but you fold when we lit. Bella, Bella, actin’ stellar, but the receipts say quit, You stunt on a timeline, I clap back — rapid hit. (Verse 1 — rapid-fire bars) You post like you boss, but your lines got a glitch, Scripted smiles, camera angles, all rehearsed for the rich. I clock the edits, the flexes, the flex is counterfeit, You flex like a rental, I’m the owner of this bit. Gasoline ego with a match and a matchstick, Call it sweet venom — your poison in a lipstick. Talk big like a storm, but you mild as a drizzle, I turn your thunder into static, poppin’ bubbles, no sizzle. (Pre-Hook — staccato) You front like a model, but your heart’s on layaway, I hustle, make moves, you just pose and plate play. One line, two lines, burn through your replay, Bella, check the mirror — you a cameo today. (Hook — faster) Sweet venom on your lip, you drip, but ain’t legit, Paper throne, velvet rope — I rip it, counterfeit. Talk loud in the spotlight, but you fold when we lit, Bella, you a cameo, I’m the feature — full credit. (Verse 2 — cutthroat, fast) You sell stories like storefronts, markdowns every week, I’m premium product — my verses never meek. You chasing trends, I set stages, hit peaks, then peak, You got one-hit bravado — I’m the whole dynasty. Call your crew, they few, they glue to the gram, I build empires with bars, stack wins — that’s the plan. You pop off with receipts? Nah, they flimsy, they fake, I expose the paper tiger, watch the whole set shake. (Bridge — clipped, taunting) Bella, sweet name, bitter game, quick fame, slow flame, You play house, no mortgage, I break ground, change the frame. Tryna run with the wolves but you squeal — what a shame, I’m sprinting marathons, you stuck in a relay lame. (Outro — rapid, finishing blow) So this for you, Bella Donna, learn the code, get the clue, Don’t wear a crown that’s bought — earn it, that’s the move. Sweet venom — cute scent, but it ain’t your truth, Pack light, change lanes, watch the throne, I’m comin’ through. Skrrt, yeah — Bella, that’s the drop, that’s the cue
