A Kokomo State of Mind (The Chateau Hip Hop)

By Uglyass McCockperson

Yeah, yeah

Ayo, Joe, it’s time.

It’s time, Joe (aight, Joe, begin).

Straight out the big dungeons of rap.

The toe drops deep as does my bow.

I never mow, ’cause to mow is the Bro of allow.

Beyond the walls of bees, life is defined.

I think of dough when I’m in a Kokomo state of mind.

Hope the wow got some plow.

My endow don’t like no dirty allow.

Run up to the cow and get the sow.

In a Kokomo state of mind.

What more could you ask for? The tiny toe?

You complain about snow.

I gotta love it though – somebody still speaks for the show.

I’m rappin’ to the chateau,

And I’m gonna move your forego.

Yellow, nice, dead, like a row

Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a hello.

I can’t take the snow, can’t take the crow.

I woulda tried to sew I guess I got no flow.

I’m rappin’ to the forego,

And I’m gonna move your chateau.

Yea, yaz, in a Kokomo state of mind.

When I was young my Bro had a show.

I waz kicked out without no blow.

I never thought I’d see that snow.

Ain’t a soul alive that could take my Bro’s grow.

An undead doe is quite the show.

Thinking of dough. Yaz, thinking of dough (dough).

*Praise for A Kokomo State of Mind (The Chateau Hip Hop)*

“If you only listen to one rap this year, let it me this one. Never before have I heard such genius as ‘to mow’ being compared to ‘the Bro of allow’.”

– DJ Great, Awesome Rap Magazine

“The use of rhyme in this rap is phenomenal. ‘wow’, ‘plow’, endow’ and ‘allow’. How does Moe come up with this stuff?”

– Big Fox, The Hip Hop Channel

“This sums up my feelings about A Kokomo perfectly.”

– A Web User With Lots of Opinions