I Am The Bullgod - Kid Rock
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 card-hard flannel and the dusty jeans, baby
I never was cool with James Dean,
But I'll 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 bloodshot 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 illegitement 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 all right
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'll blast you 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 go behind the garage, and fire it up
Cause I'm the Bullgod, you understand
The illegitement 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
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 feelin of peace from a low slow high
As i sit in my chair and watch life go by
These thoughts i have i can't mold to set
Through the forest of my mind they're all past tense
Born and raised is the outer lands
And at times you can say I'm outta hand
I'm in a band of gypsies, were on the run
Every time that paper hits my toungue
And some times i seem so high
When my veins are poppin' and I'm on the die
I am the Bullgod you understand
And here in my hand is my master plan
I'm gonna get you!
I see through you!
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