“How Many Licks” Verse I

I’ve been a lot of places, seen a lot of faces
Ah hell, I even fuck with different races
A white dude, his name was John
He had a “Queen Bee Rules” tattoo on his arm

He asked me if I’d be his date for the prom
And he’d buy me a horse, a Porsche, and a farm

I have traveled to many lands, where I have seen numerous countenances.

Oh, Hades, I have even resorted to copulating with different races.

For example!

There was a Caucasian male, who went by the name of “Jonathan.”

He had a “Queen Bee Rules” tattoo on his arm

—Which I duly appreciated, being the Queen Bee in question!

He asked me whether I would like to be his steady

For his high school’s formal promenade.

He claimed he would buy me a horse,

A Porsche Automobil Holding SE–brand automobile, and a farm.

Dan my nigga, from Down South
Used to like me to spank him and come in his mouth
And Tony, he was Italian (uh-huh)
And he didn’t give a fuck
That’s what I liked about him (uh-huh)
He ate my pussy from dark till the mornin
Called his girl up and told her we was bonin

And then there was Daniel,

My African-American male friend from the Southeastern United States.

He liked me to give him a bottom slapping, then ejaculate into his mouth.

And how could I forget Antonio? He was Italian (of course).

He did not care one iota about anything,

Which is precisely what I enjoyed most about him (of course).

He gave me cunnilingus from dusk till dawn.

He would even telephone his sweetheart to let her know we were intercoursing.

Puerto Rican papi, used to be a deacon
But now he be sucking me off on the weekend
And this black dude I called King Hung
He had a big-ass dick and a hurricane tongue

After Antonio was an anonymous Puerto Rican father, who was once a deacon.

But now he had given up the clergy to be able to suckle my vagina on weekends.

Finally, there was this African-American male I named “King Hung.”

He had an oversized phallus and a very nimble tongue.