CHORUS:
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 cut-off 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 '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 old pupils and bloodshot eyes
I'm on the brink, if ya know what I mean
And a 12-step program couldn't keep me clean
Cuz I'm the bullgod, you understand?
The illegitimate son of man
The T-O-P to the D-O-G on the P-O-T to the G-O-D
And I'm trippin
Uh
Huh-huh
Said, I'm trippin
CHORUS
A lot of people poke fun, and that's all right
But when I start pokin back, they get all uptight, huh
You can't cap with the master, son
So sit your ass down 'fore I blast you one
Cuz I'm so greasy you could call me mud
And I feel a little hate running through my blood
I wanna flood the world with my twisted thoughts
You could bet all day, but I can't be bought, unh
Break it up, let's tie one on
I gotta get set, then go and cut the lawn
So I grab my Walkman, but before I cut
I go behind the garage and fire it up!
Cuz I'm the bullgod, you understand?
The illegitimate son of man
The T-O-P to the D-O-G on the P-O-T to the G-O-D
And I'm trippin
Huh-huh
Said I'm trippin
And you know
I am the bullgod
I am free
And I feed on all that is forsaken
Uh, forsaken, yeah
Pfft, you ain't nothing
Ah
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 (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I am the bullgod (Yeah)
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 thought I have, I can't mold a sense
Through the forest of my mind, they're all past tense
Born and raised in the outer lands
And at times, you could say I'm out of 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 poppin and I'm on the nod
I am the bullgod, you understand?
And here in my hand is my master plan, unh
I'm gonna get you
I see through you
I'm gonna get you
I see through you
