I am the Bullgod
I am free
And I feed on all that is forsaken
Im gonna get you
I see through you
Im gonna get you
Im like a train, I roll hard lettin off much steam
In the Carhartt flannel and the dusty jeans, baby
I never was cool with James Dean, but I be hangin tough
With my man Jim Beam
I swing low like a chimp
Back in eighty-six, then I was seein a shrink
But now Im humble and I can only think
About New Orleans and those jumbo shrimp
So ask no questions and I tell no lies
I got big old pupils and bloodshot eyes
Im on the brink, if you know what I mean
And the twelve-step program couldnt keep me clean
Cause Im 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 Im trippin
Unh, huh-huh, said Im trippin
I am the Bullgod
I am free
And I feed on all that is forsaken
Im gonna get you
I see through you
Im gonna get you
A lot of people poke fun and thats alright
But when I start pokin back they get all uptight, uh
You cant cap with the master, son
So sit your ass down fore I blast you one
Cause Im so greasy you can call me mud
And I feel a little Hank running through my blood
I wanna flood the world with my twisted thoughts
You can bid all day, but I cant be bought
Uh, break it up, lets tie one on
I gotta get set to go and cut the lawn
So I grab my Walkman but before I cut
I go behind the garage and fire it up
Cause Im 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 Im trippin
Huh, huh, said Im trippin (didnt you know?)
I am the Bullgod
I am free
And I feed on all that is forsaken
(Im forsaken)
Pshh, you aint nothin
(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 forsaken
I get a feeling of peace from a low, slow high
As I sit in my chair and watch life go by
These thoughts I have, I cant mold the sense
Through the forest of my mind, theyre all past tense
Born and raised in the outer lands
And at times you could say Im out of hand
Im in a band of gypsies, were on the run
Every time that paper hits my tongue
And sometimes it seems so odd
When my veins are poppin and Im holdin a nine
I am the Bullgod, you understand?
And here in my hand is my master plan, uh
Im gonna get you
I see through you
Im gonna get you
I see through you