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