Bullgod Lyrics

Bullgod lyrics

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

Every time 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 bull god...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