Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kid Rock
Lead Vocals
Misty Love
Background Vocals
Matt O'Brien
Bass Guitar
Mike Nehra
Bass Guitar
Jimmie Bones
Keyboards
Bob Ebeling
Drums
Stefanie Eulinberg
Drums
Andrew Nehra
Guitar
Jason Edward Krause
Guitar
Kenny Olson
Lead Guitar
Bobby East
Slide Guitar
Shirley Hayden
Background Vocals
Uncle Kracker
Turntables
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robert J. Ritchie
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kid Rock
Producer
Derek Matuja
Assistant Engineer
Al Sutton
Mixing Engineer
Tony Dawsey
Mastering Engineer
John Travis
Engineer
The Twisted Brown Trucker Band
Assistant Engineer
Lyrics
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 Carhartt flannel and the 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', oh, uh, uh
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 you 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', uh, uh
Said I'm trippin'
And you know
I am the bullgod
I am free
And I feed on all that is forsaken
Forsaken, yeah
You ain't nothin'
Yeah, 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 (yeah, yeah, yeah) on all that is forsaken
I am the bullgod (yeah)
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, I 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
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 head is my master plan
Uh, I'm gonna get you
I see through you
I'm gonna get you
I see through you
Writer(s): R.j. Ritchie
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