Intro:
I’ma have to lick…
I’ma have to lick…
I’ma have to lick…
Lick 2, lick 2, lick 2

Verse 1: I.K.P.
Yall dont wanna gimme my props??
but the, skill. so. real. Nigga!
Yet fags go HAM at the hands
Of a diva that never gave a damn! (Damn)

Yall dont wanna gimme my props??
but the, skill. so. real. Nigga!
Boy wanna talk about passion
but a bitch only here for the fashion

Yall dont wanna gimme my props??
but the, skill. so. real. nigga!
yet these, freak rappers get a (pass)
cuz they show a little (ass)
disposable acts

yall dont wanna gimme my props??
but the, skill. so. real. nigga!
Yall ain’t gotta put me on a list neither
I set the bar then buy it,
pour me a Gina… I live!

Hook:
Oh you the next bitch
Beggin for attention
Come for the Prez leave headless and you get
NO MENTION!

Oh you the next bitch
Beggin for attention
Come for the Prez leave headless and you get…

Verse 2: Booder
First off, swear to God wish a nigga would
Same time, I don’t really think a nigga should
Everybody wanna say how they be from the streets
Just because a nigga hood it don’t mean he good
It take more that, help ya team reach goals like quarterbacks
If it ain’t heartfelt it’s a boring track
Don’t take too much to slaughter cats
When in all your raps, you wanna talk about all the gats a lotta times you don’t even have
Start fallin back with all of that
Cuz I ain’t gotta try and can beat ya ass
I know I’m speaking fast and I’m an ether bag
But let me break it down
Ain’t nobody ever safe and sound
When B double O said he made a vow to take the crown
About to rape the game, you niggas all fucked
Without stating names cuz you all suck
Yall ducks still thinking it’s ya time to shine when truth is time’s all up
And lemme ever hear my name pop up in a rap, you fuck around and get cracked like a walnut (CRACK!)
Get ya flow in tact first you backwards
Matter of fact I ain’t gotta call bluff, nigga, No Mention!
I.K.P.: Yes God!

Hook:
Oh you the next bitch
Beggin for attention
Come for the Prez leave headless and you get
NO MENTION!

Oh you the next bitch
Beggin for attention
Come for the Prez leave headless and you get
NO MENTION!

Verse 3: I.K.P.
Don’t you know my astuteness is proven
The cynics and the critics been clueless, opinions inconclusive
Wonder what happens when I make em take the “L” out in public
The gift is a fist full of pubics
And for good measure here’s a bit of lube
A lot rides on my stock to give what the jocks like
That’s rocking during their “cock” fights
Laughing and passing gas sniffing nitrous oxide
I wonder if I made a song named after the lamest trending celebrity, would the shit spread?
Across the universe to every shithead
with an internet connection, would it infect
Or go viral to grip the search engine optimization trolls that get pegged
As the next great hype with the most nasal flows
Basic punchlines; What a way to go!
It’s cool; I don’t need to be on nobody radar
“Gaydar” or otherwise, I’m on a face card!
King, nigga; ace in back pocket!
Sitting on gems and golden eggs in a cockpit
I don’t be concentrating on the constipated cons constantly exonerated
I’m conscious of my confidence
I don’t need no cosigns, confidants or concubines
I’m kinda of a connoisseur on a conquest in contrast to the common denominators claiming they conquer
I’m spotting contradictions urging me to conk em out with a conch
Till they lay on the concourse
I no longer can condone the conduct causing consternation
The product of my contemplation wonders which constellations concur these consecrations
Are you content with the strength of your content?
Cuz I contest the best in the contest
Hold em in contempt for foul play in this context
Contaminating the stage with weak concepts
Not a head-turner; ain’t got the square jaw
Or the model body type showing my bare balls
Or the light-skinned nigga with perfect teeth, tatted up, straight hair, making em stare long
But most you jokers are slow and you coked up with no bucks
Hold up cuz the flow NUTS!
BITCH NIGGA!!! Get on my level you broke cunt!
I own up, hope you find that long stroke, overdose to a coma
Now you in a vegetable state, you seem weak
Get you steamed that’s how you appease me
You lack the greatness, you’d rather infatuate
I have to lace the raps to make you salivate
Bitches living for the thickness; so grasp the weight and have a taste till it blast ya face
That’s the way I activate
You gravitate when I captivate the cast and take the captain’s place
Should I run a lap in this rat race?
Cohabiting with half-ass rappers going half the pace
Ass backwards, bypass the classic hate from ratchet asses half the pastors raped
Slapped with a jockstrap, wrapped in masking type
You don’t have a way to evacuate so let’s re-evaluate
Hmmm… what did you do to exacerbate?
Naturally you agitate
Being a plastic fake and a classless flake
You at the bottom of a placid lake
Just pass the plate and be happy you wasn’t decapitated or castrated

Break down & Bridge: I.K.P. (Dylan Michael)
Yes God!
I’ma have to lick 2 shots (YUP!)

Yes God!
I’ma have to lick 2 shots (YUP!)

Yes God!
I’ma have to lick 2 shots (IKP!)

Yes God!
I’ma have to lick 2 shots (Yeah)

I’ma eat a little nigga up (for breakfast)
Put you in a stat of shock (It’s electric!)
Take away the anesthetic till ya (breathless)
I get AGGRESSIVE, no question!

(Why ya sitting there worried bout the next bitch
Getting mad cuz ya name ain’t on the guestlist
Looking stupid when you’re feeling so pretentious
Just accept it, No Mention)

Final Hook:
Oh you the next bitch
Beggin for attention
Come for the Prez leave headless and you get
NO MENTION! (I LIVE!)

Oh you the next bitch (I LIVE!)
Beggin for attention (I LIVE!)
Come for the Prez leave headless and you get
NO MENTION!