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 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 |
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