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 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', oh, uh, uh
 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 before I blast you 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, 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', uh, uh
 Said I'm trippin'
 And you know
 I am the bullgod
 I am free
 And I feed on all that is forsaken
 Forsaken, yeah
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 You ain't nothin'
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 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 (yeah, yeah, yeah) on all that is forsaken
 I am the bullgod (yeah)
 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, I 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
 Every time 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 head is my master plan
 Uh, I'm gonna get you
 I see through you
 I'm gonna get you
 I see through you