Ritual poetic-exchange slash battle of wits

[Fixed_Cross]

@promethean75

If I want my career as a rap artist to end in tragedy, that’s my business.

[Fixed_Cross]

@Fixed Cross

Dutch.
voca.ro/l4r4eWdOByq

translation:

this **** is not fakable
she looked too much at Venus
It doesn’t let go off me Im with it for weeks
I cant read or right or be or be
without a trace I vanished like a laser
What the hell am I doing
really,
Jesus
Baby looks done ill-justice to
blondie is young (I rap: dumb and then try to suppress laughter throughout the rest) but sometimes she’s right
sometimes she is a little liar
makes pieces of all pilots that come under her skirt (word play)
it will be a clammy summer
let her come
Parasol on the roof taking it easy in waking dreams

by the way none of this is true.
I sing these songs as ironies, unfortunately.
I wish I could mean shit like this.