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 Carhartt 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, then 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 you know what I mean

And a Twelve-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'

Uh

Huh, huh, 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 ass down, 'fore I blast you one

'Cause I'm so greasy, you could call me, "Mud"

And I feel a little Hank running 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 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'

Huh, huh, said I'm trippin'

Didn't you know?

I am the Bullgod

I am free

And I feed on all that is forsaken

A Forsaken

Psh, You ain't nothin'

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...

I get a feeling of peace from a low slow high

As I sit in my chair and watch life go by

These thoughts I have, I can't mold the 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

Every time that paper hits my tongue

And sometimes it seems so odd

When my veins are poppin' and I'm holdin' a nine

I am the Bullgod, you understand?

And here in my hand is my master plan, uh

I'm gonna get you

I see through you

I'm gonna get you

I see through you