D3: When I Get Out of High School

When I get out of school, I’d like to become the world’s first white rapper.  Doing this will be hard, and I might end up being like a hobo, livin’ in the SOHO, playing with my yoyo,  fighting in a dojo, doing Tai Kwon Do, epic like slo-mo, fast like I’m from Togo, like you’re super Moto, jumping like a pogo, stealing all your mojo, pirate’s life; yo ho, gettin’ down, low, low, got my bling like Frodo, sticking to the bro code, going crazy loco, I can’t take it no mo, but I’ll keep up fo’ sho’, breaking up the system like Yoko Ohno, Whoah ho, life is like a row boat, treading in the woto, like playing water polo, but it’s gettin’ so-so, rejected like the oboe, now you’re flying solo, got my huge longbow, shootin’ all the arrows, go hard or go home, now you’re going global, don’t end up like the dodo, barely dodged death row, nice hot cocoa, with Tops brand hohos, ridin’ bulls YOLO, catch ‘em with a lasso, explain it to me one mo’, gotta be thorough, or I’ma pull a no show, outlaw like Pluto, stealing from old folks, packin’ heat in my afro, running from the po-po, living for tomorrow, now I got my phone broke, now I’m out of Cheerios, I have no dough, never thought I’d get so low, it feels like I’m a robo’, domo arigato, no mo’ showboat, life just snowblows, now I’m up again so, I’m famous like J-Lo, or maybe Flo Jo, got my own logo, pimpin’ in my Volvo, stormy like the tropo, going with the flow yo, getting down on the flo’, found El Dorado, so I take a photo, not in Alden anymo’, better tell Todo, then I’ll go home just, wake me up befo’ you go-go.