The Velvet Choke (Madisynn Diss Track)

[Instrumental Intro - Eerie reversed music box melody, Detuned upright jazz piano in minor intervals, Heartbeat-like sub bass, slow and deep, Creaking floorboards, subtle ambient film hiss, Occasional dissonant string stabs rising like breath, Low stereo whispers circling the listener,] [Sound Effect: Faint owl calls in stereo:] *hoo... hoo...* [Intro – Spoken, calm, dripping with venom] I once thought every woman deserved to be remembered beautifully… [pause] Until I met Madisynn. [pause] Now I believe in erasure. [Verse 1 – Elegant noir flow with Harley-flip] Oh darling Madisynn, you plastic parade, A TikTok tragedy in glitter-drenched suede. You butchered the lore, you confused the names, Called Frodo “Froyo”—I weep for the flames. [pause] Mandalore? You thought it was skincare. Harry Kulkin? Sweetie, that’s not fair. You rhyme like a child locked in a phone— And I— *HOHOHOOOOO!*— Oops. Sorry... [pause] And I? I rhyme like I carve through bone. [pause] You dropped Anakin’s shoe and blamed the Force, Then giggled and gaslit — no shame, of course. You said “that was lore”—HA! Honey, please. Your brain is a scream... and not the *movie* tease. [pause] Ever seen a girl trip like Drew in the yard? You will, babe — slow-mo, lungs all scarred. You text like Sidney, scream like Tatum, But I cut like Billy... and I don’t debate ’em. [pause] [Hook – Mocking Lullaby, soft and sinister] Cheese fries cold on your windowsill, Phone’s gone missing — did you drop it on a kill? [Faint owl calls in stereo:] (hoo... hoo...) Oh no, don’t cry… It’s just the owls, love, watching you die. [pause] Gold rings shimmer where IQs drown, Smile, my dear — I'm writing you down. [pause] [Verse 2 – Slow build, simmering madness] You weren’t born — you were photoshopped wrong, A meme in a miniskirt, flat in your song. Said “Baby Yoga” like that was cute, I’ve seen corpses with better reboots. [pause] I’ve seen bones snap cleaner than your takes, Like Laurie Strode’s swing when the mask breaks. I’ve dressed wounds sharper than your one-liners, Buried prettier girls in blood-soaked diners. [pause] You’re like a prequel that nobody buys, I’m the final girl with butchered goodbyes. You’re clickbait. I’m camp. I’m chaos. I’m knife— Like *Scream* meets *Suspiria* with a mic and a life. [pause] Your soul is acrylic, your breath is fake, Your fanbase claps while your image breaks. But I bring clarity, darling — with lace and blade. I collect what’s broken. I remake decay. [pause] [Verse 3 – Grand and deranged performance] You're not a villain — just a rerun glitch, An echo of clout in a rhinestone ditch. You slay in captions, but die in prose, I write your ending in blood-red rose. [pause] You thought this was a *joke*? You thought I wouldn’t *know*? [pause] I sharpen my lines like they’re kitchen knives, Then stab 'em slow like it’s scene five. [Faint owl calls in stereo:] (hoo... hoo... hoo...) [pause] You scream “slay” like it's fashion week, I slay like Carrie when the blood runs deep. You’re prom night tears and cheer routine gasps— I’m elbows deep in a *Silence* mask. [pause] But velvet strangles just as well as wire. And you, Madisynn, are fuel to my fire. I don’t cancel. I don’t call. I curate collapses — and darling, you fall. [pause] [Hook – Final Mocking Lullaby] Cheese fries cold on your windowsill, Legacy lost in a glitter spill. [Faint owl calls in stereo:] (hoo... hoo...) Owls don’t blink and neither do I… That shape in the mirror? Yes, it’s time. Goodbye. [pause] [Outro – Spoken, quiet and detached, like a eulogy] I’ve performed this piece in silence before... [pause] But never for someone so beautifully ignorant. [pause] Rest now, little meme. History just forgot you.