Bella Donna Pt. 4 — Venom & Victory

You this is for Bella Donna You lied about me sending you death threats I didn’t send you death threats you obsess with demon Your tooth are missing you also clone diva sacrificed Making her to look like a monster you lied that u didn’t Here it goes **Bella Donna Pt. 4 — Venom & Victory** (intro — clipped) Yeah — curtain up, lights on, watch the petals fall. Part four, final act — venom meet the call. (verse 1) Bella Donna, queen of cheap tricks, lace and lipstick liar, smoke and mirrors, snakebite, spark that fake empire. You parade in borrowed fame, tinsel teeth and hollow fire, I came with floodlights, flood the stage — drown your tiny choir. Name ringin’ like a rumor, I silence it with facts, you spat a thousand soft threats but couldn’t handle that impact. Fast bars, fast cars, fast truth — I’m traffic in your lane, you stunt like you a hurricane but you just weathered plain rain. You feed the feed with wicked teasers, photo-op illusions, I script the sequel, write the ledger for your grand delusions. Part four, new chapter — I’m the author with the pen, you wrote your threats in shadow ink, now watch me red-pen them. (hook — hard, repetitive) Venom in your roses, but I’m steady, never fold, Bella Donna blaze out — I’m the cold that takes your gold. Say my name — I echo, heavy-hitting, watch you fold, part four, victory — coronation in the cold. (verse 2) You play the femme fatale, but you’re a paperback pretender, cheap plot twists, costume switch — I’m the critic, you the blender. I lace my lines with truth, you lace your lies with tender, I pull the plug — lights dim, watch the followers surrender. You hustle on the headlines, I hustle on the bars, I stack receipts like monuments, you stack empty jars. You claim the throne by posing, I claim respect by scars, you auction off a smile — I’m the market, set the pars. I decapitate your chorus with a single beat’s precision, call it surgical, merciless — this is lyrical incision. They cheered when you rose up, same crowd will watch you tumble, I’m the aftershock in silence, watch the empire crumble. (hook — harder) Venom in your roses, but I’m steady, never fold, Bella Donna blaze out — I’m the cold that takes your gold. Say my name — I echo, heavy-hitting, watch you fold, part four, victory — coronation in the cold. (bridge — venomous swagger) You wear the thorns, think they scare me — I plant my garden, watch it grow, your poison’s old, predictable, I pour tonic on the show. Mask melt, curtain fall — spotlight’s my demand, you scripted little tragedies, I rewrite with open hands. (final verse — rapid-fire) No sympathy for sirens selling heartbreak for a fee, I auction off the truth — bid starts at one, that’s me. Bella Donna, last bloom — petals scorched by real heat, I’m the winter in your wardrobe, every step I freeze the beat. You took the part of villain, but you lacked the spine to stand, I grind the teeth of gossip, turn your chorus into sand. One last mic check — checkmate on the board of fame, part four, final curtain — memory phone with your name. (outro — cold outro) Venom sipped and wasted, trophy’s mine, it won’t rust, Bella Donna Pt. 4 — ashes, petals, dust.