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 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