I Am The Bullgod

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 
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