Tytuł: I Am The Bullgod

• Wykonawca: Kid Rock
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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 ole pupils and blood shot eyes
  I'm on the brink if you know what I mean
  And a twelve 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...Huh
  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
  Uh 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
  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 forsaken...yeah
  
  You ain't nothing
  
  Yeah yeah yeah
  Come on get em up
  Come on get em up
  Come on get em up
  
  I am the bullgod...I am free
  And I feed on all that is forsaken
  I am the bullgod...I am free
  And 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 popping and I'm on the nod
  I am the bullgod you 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