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'** 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'm 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 **Chorus** Buenos Come on get em' up 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! | ||||||
