I am the bullgod...I am free...and I feed on all that is forsaken
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I'm gonna get you....I see through you...I'm gonna get you
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I'm like a train I roll hard...lettin' off much steam
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In the Carhart flannel and dusty jeans baby
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I never was cool with James Dean
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But I be hanging tough with my man Jim Beam
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I swing low like a chimp
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Back in '86 man I was seein' a shrink
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But now I'm humble and I can only think
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About New Orleans and those jumbo shrimp
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So ask no questions and I'll tell no lies
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I got big ol' pupils and blood shot eyes
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I'm on the brink if you know what I mean
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And a 12 step program couldn't keep me clean
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'Cause I'm the bullgod...you understand
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The illegitimate son of man
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The T-O-P to the D-O-G
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Or the P-O-T to the G-O-D
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And I'm trippin'
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Said I'm trippin'
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I am the bullgod...I am free...and I feed on all that is forsaken
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I'm gonna get you...I see through you...I'm gonna get you
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A lot of people poke fun and that's alright
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But when I start pokin' back they get all uptight
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You can't cap with the master son
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So sit your ass down before I blast ya one
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Cause I'm so greasy you can call me mud
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And I feel a little Hank runnin' through my blood
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I wanna flood the world with my twisted thoughts
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You can bid all day but I can't be bought
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Uh Break it up let's tie one on
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I gotta get set to go and cut the lawn
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So I grab my walkman but before I cut
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I got behind the garage and fire it up
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Cause I'm the bullgod...you understand
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The illegitimate son of man
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The T-O-P to the D-O-G
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Or the P-O-T to the G-O-D
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And I'm trippin'
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Said I'm trippin'
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(don't you know?)
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I am the bullgod...I am free...and I feed on all that is forsaken
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I'm forsaken yeah
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You ain't nothing
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i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i
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Yeah yeah yeah yeah
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Come on get 'em up
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Come on get 'em up
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Come on get 'em up
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I am the bullgod...I am free...and I feed on all that is forsaken
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I am the bullgod...I am free...and I feed on all that is
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I get a feeling of peace, from a low so high
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As I sit in my chair and watch life go by
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These thoughts I have can't mold to sense
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Through the forest of my mind, they're all past tense
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Born and raised in the outer lands
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And at times you can say I'm outta hand
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I'm in a band of gypsies, we're on the run
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Everytime that paper hits my tongue
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And sometimes it seems so odd
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When my veins are popping and I? on the nod
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I am the bullgod...you understand
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And here in my head is my master plan
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Uh I'm gonna get you
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I see through you
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I'm gonna get you
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I see through you
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I Am The Bullgod (Bottrill's Mix)
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| Kid Rock |
