Lyrics I Am The Bullgod - The Tribute Co.
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
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