Mr. Oizo Toodoo Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
It's how I like it come on
What?
I didn't think so
It's just my style

[Verse 1]
It's imminent it's about to happen
With the back of my hand I chop the top of the mountain like Jimmy
Got you screamin' gimme, but you don't even know me
If I were to write a book it would be published by top
You gotta love me or leave me alone
You gotta realize you're dealin' with a menstruating Capone
Just 'cause I roam don't mean you can sit in my throne
I'm never home alone, some say I'm out to lunch
I go commando, I keep my panties in a bunch
I'm on the lookout to see what trouble I can find
I'm gonna blow your mind to smithereens
I'm like an over-stimulated teen, for real
I'm Woody Allen on caffeine, I'm into lotions and cream
How you think I keep my complexion so clean?
I'm may not be the fairest but shit, maybe I am
And either way I don't give a god damn
[Chorus]
Boom! Five hundred pound gorilla and a batches of manilla think you're ill but I'm a skiller
Boom! Fire red, agent yellow, bright green, Godzilla and a yellow armadillo
Boom! Five hundred pound gorilla and a batches of manilla think you're ill but I'm a skiller
Boom! Fire red, agent yellow, bright green, Godzilla and a yellow armadillo
Boom! Five hundred pound gorilla and a batches of manilla think you're ill but I'm a skiller
Boom! Fire red, agent yellow, bright green, Godzilla and a yellow armadillo
Boom! Five hundred pound gorilla and a batches of manilla think you're ill but I'm a skiller
Boom! Fire red, agent yellow, bright green, Godzilla and a yellow armadillo
Boom! Five hundred pound gorilla and a batches of manilla think you're ill but I'm a skiller
Boom! Fire red, agent yellow, bright green, Godzilla and a yellow armadillo
Boom! Five hundred pound gorilla and a batches of manilla think you're ill but I'm a skiller Boom! Fire red, agent yellow, bright green, Godzilla and a yellow armadillo

Doo-
Toodoo, toodoo, toodoo, toodoo, toodoo
Toodoo, toodoo, toodoo, toodoo, toodoo
Toodoo, toodoo, toodoo, toodoo, toodoo

[Verse 2]
Shit! God damn, motherf*cker is you crazy?
I'm about to put my foot down and I don't mean maybe
If you don't, want me to step on your blue suede shoes
Get the hell out, or you can sing the blues
Sometimes I like the city, sometimes I kick it rural
'Til my rhymes go deeper than an epidural
Yeah they up and do under the sun, and home-girls just wanna have fun
It's Friday night and it's time for action
You got your good shoes on, baby, and I feel like dancin'
So let's do it right now, we can talk about it later
'Cause my mood shifts like a high-rise elevator
Sometimes I read a book, sometimes I like to cook
Sometimes I like to hang out of a fast car window
With a couple of bitches a couple of brews, a horse and a duck
Top speed, yelling "I don't give a f*ck"
[Chorus]
Boom! Five hundred pound gorilla and a batches of manilla think you're ill but I'm a skiller
Boom! Fire red, agent yellow, bright green, Godzilla and a yellow armadillo
Boom! Five hundred pound gorilla and a batches of manilla think you're ill but I'm a skiller
Boom! Fire red, agent yellow, bright green, Godzilla and a yellow armadillo
Boom! Five hundred pound gorilla and a batches of manilla think you're ill but I'm a skiller
Boom! Fire red, agent yellow, bright green, Godzilla and a yellow armadillo
Boom! Five hundred pound gorilla and a batches of manilla think you're ill but I'm a skiller
Boom! Fire red, agent yellow, bright green, Godzilla and a yellow armadillo

Doo-
Toodoo, toodoo, toodoo, toodoo, toodoo
Toodoo, toodoo, toodoo, toodoo, toodoo
Toodoo, toodoo, toodoo, toodoo, toodoo