Crossroads

[Intro]
Your soul is all you bring into this world and all you take back

[Verse]
One evening under a red sky, KO-Doomzday walked alone
Bullies’ taunts filled his mind which drove him from his home
He’d heard of crossroads where Satan could cast spells
But if you made a deal then you’d be damned into hell
But he didn’t give a fuck as he stood at the bleak spot
He’s a selfish dick and there’s only one thing he sought
Suddenly he saw the devil, he was smiling and looked sly
He asked what KO-Doomzday’s deal was and he gave a sigh
"I want the power to time travel to any hour or date
So I can respond to disses and messages before they’re made”
The devil made sure KO was willing to sell his soul
So he nodded nervously and the devil’s grin was cold
They shook hands to seal the deal, Satan’s grip was tight
Suddenly KO found himself with new power and might
For the next few hours he had a blast using his abilities
He lost control and began to abuse his powers consistently
And each time he bent the law his soul was torn away
He started having nightmares and the world turned to gray
He went back to the crossroads like he did in the past
The devil was giggling at that fucking dumbasss
He said “Your actions have consequences, don’t you see?”
KO-Doomzday cried “Take the powers back from me!”
“No regrets allowed” the master of deception said
Now KO-Doomzday is so broken that he may as well be dead
Because he didn’t know how to use his fucking brain
So now he’ll live the rest of his life in misery and pain
Ay, he was playing the field and sold his soul
 like a bum
So now time is his shield cause the devil’s deal done
And now KO-Doomzday got yo ass on the run
Cause he’s hearin’ your disses before they’re spun
Back to the past then he’s dissin you fast
And you spit that shit flow and he’s already gone
Because you know that this homie be puttin you on
But now he stuck in the future where he don’t got no jabs
And his disses just lag he brags like a hag
But too bad it’s a drag and he spits that shit fast
Yet his ass is so slow which makes him a rhyme moocher
Yeah, he was great till he faded away and decayed
Cause the weight on his plate made him stray from the way
Now he waits in dismay cause his faith used to blaze
But it frayed and betrayed so he’s chasing the haze
Once arrayed in acclaim now he’s wasting away
He betrayed every claim that he laid in the bay
All the plays that he made left him scraping for pay
Now he stays in the gray always praying away
He parades in decay with his fake-ass display
And relays how his name got erased in the fray