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 was never 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 13 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
Huh You can't cap
With the master son
So sit your axs 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
Cut the lawn
So I grab my walkman
But before I cut
I go 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'
Ha ha Said I'm trippin'
I am the bullgod
I am free
And I feed on
All that is forsaken
I'm forsaken
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