Kid Rock - I Am The Bullgod Lyrics
I am the bullgod...i am free...and I feed on all that is forsakenIm gonna get you....i see through you...Im gonna get youIm like a train I roll hard lettin off much steamIn the carhartt flannel and dusty jeans babyI never was cool with james deanBut I be hangin tough with my man jim beamI swing low...like a chimpBack in 86 man I was seein a shrinkBut now Im humble and I can only thinkAbout new orleans and those jumbo shrimpSo ask no questions and Ill tell no liesI got big ol pupils and blood shot eyesIm on the brink...if you know what I meanAnd a 12 step program couldnt keep me cleanCause Im the bullgod...you understandThe illegitimate son of manThe t-o-p to the d-o-gOr the p-o-t to the g-o-dAnd Im trippinSaid Im trippinI am the bullgod...i am free...and I feed on all that is forsakenIm gonna get you...i see through you...Im gonna get youA lot of people poke fun and thats alrightBut when I start pokin back they get all uptightYou cant cap with the master sonSo sit your ass down before I blast ya oneCause Im so greasy you can call me mudAnd I feel a little hank runnin through my bloodI wanna flood the world with my twisted thoughtsYou can bet all day but I cant be boughtBreak it up lets tie one onI gotta get set to go and cut the lawnSo I grab my walkman but before I cutI got behind the garage and fire it upCause Im the bullgod...you understandThe illegitimate son of manThe t-o-p to the d-o-gOr the p-o-t to the g-o-dAnd Im trippinSaid Im trippinI am the bullgod...i am free...and I feed on all that is forsakenIm forsaken...yeahI aint nothinYeah yeah yeah yeahCome on get em upCome on get em upCome on get em upI am the bullgod...i am free...and I feed on all that is forsakenI am the bullgod...i am free...and I feed on all that isI get a feeling of peace, from a low so highAs I sit in my chair and watch life go byThese thoughts I have cant mold to senseThrough the forest of my mind, theyre all past tenseBorn and raised in the outer landsAnd at times you can say Im outta handIm in a band of gypsies, were on the runEverytime that paper hits my tongueAnd sometimes it seems so oddWhen my veins are poppin and Im on the nodI am the bullgod...you understandAnd here in my head is my master plan, uhIm gonna get youI see through youIm gonna get youI see through you
