Okami run a train like chuggah.

Victor handle noise like a big rig.
He set it and forget it.
Set the click, tick, shit’s sick, 
tropicalistic, the mystic, holistic,
with mad mystique, esemplastique,
monsieur fantasique. 
Okami done made the loop like a hoola hoop,
for ladies shake they bumbum,
like wham bam, thank you m’am.
God damn, you bugging. 
Your mommy got my celly 
now she motherfucking buggin'.
It’s last call for liquor, my man
Okami done been chuggin'
I threw out her back and now
she moving like she strugglin'.
Slapstick the dick, you trick, 
you know the girl be tuggin'.
Ruin the shit for your mans,
the nut that that she be sluggin'.
Train off the tracks, wow,
we groovin' like chuggah.


Headbang the poll dance,
entranced, by cheeks that claps, 
for pervs that faps in secret. 
It’s obvious your slapping your meat, you queef.
Kick rocks or get socked. It’s hard knocks for 
a queer-guy to the straight eye, 
on the other hand you man’s banned 
from clubbies where hubbies hold tight they ladies tummies, 
Becuzzy, you dummy, ask my babies mummy.
That wench with the doodoo stench nearly tossed a wrench in the sex.
Drugged up and fudrucked, the klown be fucking krusty.
Jeally of my diamond encrusted rolex 
that decks you with wheels of steel.
I wheel and deal, in tongues for real,
the thugs I heal, a modern day medicine man. 
God damn, a big hand for the one and only 
ØKAMI KØN, Victor the Slickster. Come at us with respect
or we run a motherfucking train on you like 
chuggah.

ØKAMI KØN & DENEIR