| I am the bullgod...I am free...and I feed on all that is forsaken | |
| I'm gonna get you....I see through you...I'm gonna get you | |
| I'm like a train I roll hard...lettin' off much steam | |
| In the Carhart flannel and dusty jeans baby | |
| I never was cool with James Dean | |
| But I be hanging tough with my man Jim Beam | |
| I swing low like a chimp | |
| Back in '86 man I was seein' a shrink | |
| But now I'm humble and I can only think | |
| About New Orleans and those jumbo shrimp | |
| So ask no questions and I'll tell no lies | |
| I got big ol' pupils and blood shot eyes | |
| I'm on the brink if you know what I mean | |
| And a 12 step program couldn't keep me clean | |
| 'Cause I'm the bullgod...you understand | |
| The illegitimate son of man | |
| The T-O-P to the D-O-G | |
| Or the P-O-T to the G-O-D | |
| And I'm trippin' | |
| Said I'm trippin' | |
| I am the bullgod...I am free...and I feed on all that is forsaken | |
| I'm gonna get you...I see through you...I'm gonna get you | |
| A lot of people poke fun and that's alright | |
| But when I start pokin' back they get all uptight | |
| You can't cap with the master son | |
| So sit your ass down before I blast ya one | |
| Cause I'm so greasy you can call me mud | |
| And I feel a little Hank runnin' through my blood | |
| I wanna flood the world with my twisted thoughts | |
| You can bet all day but I can't be bought | |
| Uh Break it up let's tie one on | |
| I gotta get set to go and cut the lawn | |
| So I grab my walkman but before I cut | |
| I got behind the garage and fire it up | |
| Cause I'm the bullgod...you understand | |
| The illegitimate son of man | |
| The T-O-P to the D-O-G | |
| Or the P-O-T to the G-O-D | |
| And I'm trippin' | |
| Said I'm trippin' | |
| I am the bullgod...I am free...and I feed on all that is forsaken | |
| I'm forsaken yeah | |
| I ain't nothing | |
| Yeah yeah yeah yeah | |
| Come on get 'em up | |
| Come on get 'em up | |
| Come on get 'em up | |
| I am the bullgod...I am free...and I feed on all that is forsaken | |
| I am the bullgod...I am free...and I feed on all that is | |
| I get a feeling of peace, from a low so high | |
| As I sit in my chair and watch life go by | |
| These thoughts I have can't mold to sense | |
| Through the forest of my mind, they're all past tense | |
| Born and raised in the outer lands | |
| And at times you can say I'm outta hand | |
| I'm in a band of gypsies, we're on the run | |
| Everytime that paper hits my tongue | |
| And sometimes it seems so odd | |
| When my veins are popping and I'm on the nod | |
| I am the bullgod...you understand | |
| And here in my head is my master plan | |
| Uh I'm gonna get you | |
| I see through you | |
| I'm gonna get you | |
| I see through you |
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