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 You ain't nothin' 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