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 eighty-six, 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 tell no lies I got big old pupils and bloodshot eyes I'm on the brink, if you know what I mean And the 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' Unh, 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, uh You can't cap with the master, son So sit your ass down 'fore I blast you one 'Cause I'm so greasy you can 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 (I'm forsaken) Pshh, 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, I am the Bullgod 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 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