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 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 '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 nothin