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 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