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An' 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 an' 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 an' I can only think
About New Orleans an' those jumbo shrimp

So ask no questions an' I'll tell no lies
I got big ol' pupils an' blood shot eyes
I'm on the brink, if you know what I mean
An' a twelve 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

An' I'm trippin'
Said, I'm trippin'

I am 'The Bullgod', I am free
An' I feed on all that is forsaken
I'm gonna get you
I see through you
I'm gonna get you

A lotta people poke fun an' 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 'fore I blast ya one

'Cause I'm so greasy you can call me 'Mud'
An' 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 an' cut the lawn
So I grab my Walkman but before I cut
I go behind the garage an' 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

An' I'm trippin'
Said, I'm trippin'

I am 'The Bullgod', I am free
An' I feed on all that is forsaken
I'm forsaken, yeah

You ain't nothin'

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
An' I feed on all that is forsaken
I am 'The Bullgod', I am free
An' I feed on all that is

I get a feelin' of peace, from a low slow high
As I sit in my chair an' watch life go by
These thoughts I have, I can't mold to sense
Through the forest of my mind, they're all past tense

Born an' raised in the outer lands
An' 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

An' sometimes it seems so odd
When my veins are poppin' an' I'm on the nod
I am 'The Bullgod', you understand
An' here in my head is my master plan

I'm gonna get you
I see through you
I'm gonna get you
I see through you

An' I feed on all that is forsaken
I'm gonna get you