I'm barely handling the havoc. I have taken heavy damage, collateral damage. Damn, I was savage. I think I'll manage life support or no. I refuse to go. This war ain't over. It's just beginning. You already know which side is winning. Follow my command and you will understand. Don't do what I say, and I'll take your life away. I'm looking in the mirror. I'm giving myself a pep talk. I'm ready to own up to all the shit that I talk. If I get it out, then maybe I can walk. I'm sick of the way you look at the ground every time that I talk. I am my own worst enemy. Don't let me get me. I will set myself free and steadily kill the best of me, the rest of me. I think that maybe God was testing me. Don't let the question fester, B. I think maybe murder could set me free. I think I'm not my identity. Who am I? There are two of me. I'm damn explosive. I'm self-destructive, chew on my rhymes while I'm doin' the time. My venom is corrosive. Therapy was never effective. I've completed my objective. Gotta put shit in perspective. Choose a new elective. I have two me's, it seems. One of them talks nice and the other one screams, is easily upset. Don't piss me off, or you'll regret and your life will be forfeit, and I won't remember a damn thing when it's over cause the other me took over. Guess I should have told you. Guess I should have warned. Shoulda, coulda, woulda, and it's too late, and the blood was Gouda. I'm Lil KK from the Houda, and damn, I'm Gouda when I murda, when I murdah, yuh.
