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| I AM THE BULLGOD / KID ROCK Source: LyricsHQ (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 you. I'm like a train I roll hard lettin off much steam in the cutoff flannel and the dusty jeans, baby. I never was cool wit James Dean but I be hangin tough wit my man Jim Bean. 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 old pupils and bloodshot eyes. I'm on the brink, if ya know what I mean. And a 12 step program couldn't keep me clean. Cuz I'm the bullgod, you understand? The illegitimate son of man. The TOP to the DOG on the POT to the GOD. And I'm trippin......Uh....Huh-Huh....said I'm trippin. (Repeat Chorus) A lot of people poke fun And that's all right. 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. Cuz I'm so greasy you could call me mud....And I feel a little hate running through my blood. I wanna FUD the world with my twisted thoughts, You could bet all day but I can't be bought - Ugh! Break it up, let's tie one on....I gotta get set, then go and cut the lawn. So I grab my walkman but before I cut, I go behind the garage and fire it up! Cuz I'm the bullgod, you understand? The illegitimate son of man. The TOP to the DOG on the POT to the GOD. And I'm trippin......Huh-huh....said I'm trippin. And you know....... (Repeat Chorus) yea, yea, yea........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 (yea, yea, yea) on all that is forsaken. I get a feeling of peace from a low, slow high....As I sit in my chair and watch life go by. These thought I have, I can't mold a sentence....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 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 bullgod, you understand? And here in my hand is my master plan.....Ugh. I'm gonna get you....I see through you.......I'm gonna get you....I see through you. COWBOY / KID ROCK Well I'm a' packin up my game and I'm a head out west Where real women come equipped wit' scripts and fake breasts find a nest in the hills chill like flynt buy an old drop-top find a spot to pimp Then I'm a' Kid Rock it up and down ya' block with a bottle of scotch and watch lots a crotch buy a yacht with a flag that say's "Chillin' the most" then rock that bitch up and down the coast give a toast to the sun drink with the stars get thrown in the mix and get tossed outta bars Sift to Tiajuana I wanna rome find motown telephones and come back home start an escort service for all the right reasons and set up shop at the top of four seasons Kid Rock and I'm the Real Mccoy and i'm headed out west sucker cuz I wanna be a (Chorus): Cowboy!!Baby! With the top let down and the sunshine shinin' West Coast Chillin' while the boone's whinen I wanna be a Cowboy!Baby! Ride At night cause I sleep all day! Cowboy!Baby/I can smell a pig from a mile away I bet you'll hear my whistle blowin when my train rolls in It goes"hooy-hooy-hooy" Like dust in the wind Stoned pimp, stoned brew, stoned out of my mind I once was lost but now I'm just blind Palm trees and weed Scabbed knees and rice get a map to the stars find heidi flice and if the price is right then i'm gonna make my bid and let Californi-A Know why they call me (Repeat Chorus) Yeahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!! Kid Rock You can call me Tex Rollin' sunset women with a bootle of becks See a slimy in a vette Roll down my glass And said "Yeah this dick fits right in yo ass" No kiddin', gun slingin', spurs hittin' the floor call me hoss,I'm the boss,with the sauce,and the horse no remorse for the sheriff and his eye aint right I'm a paint his town red Then I'm a' paint his wife white Cause chaos Rock like Amedeus Got west coast pussy for my Detroit playas mack like mayors ball like lakers they told us to leave but bet they couldn't make us why they wanna pick on me lock me up and throw away my key I ain't no cheat I'm just a regular failure I'm not straight out a' compton I'm straight out the trailer cuss like a sailor Drink like a mick my only words of wisdom are this "Radio Edit" I'm takin' my pick up and down that and keep on truckin' till' I fall in the ocean (Repeat Chorus) |
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