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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 Carhart flannel and 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´
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
You can´t cap with the master son
So sit your ass down before I blast ya 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 got 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´
Said I´m trippin´

I am the bullgod...I am free...and I feed on all that is forsaken
I´m forsaken yeah

I ain´t nothing

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 on all that is forsaken
I am the bullgod...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 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
Everytime that paper hits my tongue
And sometimes it seems so odd

When my veins are popping 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