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 bid 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`
(don`t you know?)
I am the bullgod...I am free...and I feed on all that is forsaken
I`m forsaken yeah
You ain`t nothing
i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i
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 IжЉ¦ 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
