“How Many Licks” Verse II

This verse goes out to my niggas in jail
Beatin they dicks to the XXL, magazine
You like how I look in the aqua green? Get your Vaseline
Roll some weed with some tissue and close your eyes
Then imagine your tongue in between my thighs
[moan] Baby, ohh…yes ohh!
Jailer, open up, cell block eight

[moaning]

This second verse is dedicated to my imprisoned African-American males,

Who are masturbating to Harris Publications’ XXL hip-hop magazine cover image

Of myself nude in a bubbly bath with aqua-green–colored hair.

Do you enjoy that image, you criminals?

If so, masturbate with the assistance of Unilever’s Vaseline-brand petroleum jelly.

Use the tissue paper found in your jailcell to roll a marijuana cigarette,

Then close your eyes and imagine your tongue in between my thighs 
(Upon my labia).

[moan] Babe, ohh! Yes! Ohh!

Jailer, please open up cell block eight!

[satisfactory sounds]

Alright, nigga, that’s enough
Stop, look and listen; get back to your position
Kim got your dick hard, startin fights in the yard
Hotter than a Pop-Tart fresh out of the toaster
Niggas do anything for a Lil’ Kim poster
Esés, Bloods, Crips, all the thugs
Up north in the hole, they all wanna know

All right, African-American male, that will be quite enough!

Stop, look, and listen; get back into your position.

Little Kim—myself—has made your penis erect

To the point that you are starting skirmishes in the jailyard.

I am hotter than a Kellogg Company Pop-Tarts–brand toaster pastry

Freshly emerging from a toaster oven.

African-American males will do anything just to obtain a Little Kim poster.

Latin Sureño gangsters, as well as rival Bloods and Crips gangsters,

And to those up north in solitary confinement

—All of these bejailed men wish to know…