Kid Rock – I Am The Bullgod
I am the bullgodi am freeand I feed on all that is forsaken
I´m gonna get youi see through youI´m gonna get you
I´m like a train I roll hard lettin off much steam
In the carhartt flannel and dusty jeans baby
I never was cool with james dean
But I be hangin tough with my man jim beam
I swing lowlike 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 brinkif you know what I mean
And a 12 step program couldn´t keep me clean
Cause I´m the bullgodyou 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 bullgodi am freeand I feed on all that is forsaken
I´m gonna get youi see through youI´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 bullgodyou 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 bullgodi am freeand I feed on all that is forsaken
I´m forsakenyeah
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 bullgodi am freeand I feed on all that is forsaken
I am the bullgodi am freeand I feed on all that is
I get a feeling of peace, from a low so high
As I sit in my chair and watch life go by
These thoughts I have can´t mold to sense
Through the forest of my mind, they´re all past tense
Born and raised in the outer lands
And at times you can say I´m outta hand
I´m in a band of gypsies, we´re on the run
Everytime that paper hits my tongue
And sometimes it seems so odd
When my veins are poppin and I´m on the nod
I am the bullgodyou understand
And here in my head is my master plan, uh
I´m gonna get you
I see through you
I´m gonna get you
I see through you