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Leo Reisman % Harold Arlen - I am the Bullgod lyrics
Chorus: 
 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 youuu)
 Verse 1:
 I'm like a train I roll hard lettin' off much steam
 In the cut-off flanel and the dusty jeans, baby
 I never was cool with James Dean, but I be hangin' tough
 With my man Jim Beam
 I swing low like a chimp, back in '86 
 Then 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 tell no lies
 I got big old pupils and bloodshot eyes
 I'm on the brink, if you know what I mean
 And the 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'
Unh, huh, huh, said I'm trippin'
Chorus
 Verse 2:
 A lot of people poke fun and that's alright
 But when I start pokin' back they get all uptight, uh
 You can't cap with the master son
 So sit your ass down 'fore I blast you one
 'Cause I'm so greasy you can call me mud
 And I feel a little hate running through my blood
 I wanna flood the world with my twisted thoughts
 You can bid 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 cutLeo Reisman % Harold Arlen - I am the Bullgod - http://motolyrics.com/leo-reisman-harold-arlen/i-am-the-bullgod-lyrics.html
 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'
Huh, huh, said I'm trippin' (Didn't you know?)
Chorus
(Forsaken)
 Psh...You ain't nothin'...Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
 (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
 (Come on get 'em up)
 (Come on get 'em up)
 (Come on get 'em up)
 Chorus (2x)
 (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
 (Yeah)
 Verse 3: 
 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, I can't mold the sense
 Through the forest of my mind, they're all past tense
 Born and raised in the outer lands
 And at times you could say I'm out of hand
 I'm in a band of gypsies, we're on the run 
 Every time 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 Bullgod, you understand?
 And here in my hand is my master plan
 I'm gonna get you 
 I see through you
 I'm gonna get you
 I see through you!








