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.

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…….

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.

A ha ha, that’s right motherfuckers
I’m Back.
This is the true story about mackin
Check it
Times are changin’
Talk about it
More so each year,
But the Early Mornin’
Stoned Pimp is here.
So let it rain, and let the guitar rock
And if ya me yawn
Just drop that top
Come on…
Hey hey hey
Well well well well
Hey hey hey
Well well well well


And I be catchin’ them northern pike
Like on a ten pound test
Success, never fess, take a guess
I be the early mornin’ stoned pimp,
Straight limpin,
Boone’s Farm drinkin,
At the party big booty pinchin’
Chillin, like a villian, balloon fillin Whack MC killin, the fine ho drillin
With the million dollar talent
And the ten cent brain,
Been gone too long, too much cocaine,
But now that I’m back, on the block
I’m ready to rock
Left to right, all night
My game’s tight, I wish you might
Take a bite
Out of this here toxic, melodic, neurotic product
Fresh from the harvest
Who’ll be the largest, hardest smartest label in town
Top Dog get down

Radio won’t play me, but still I got the kids around
the world goin’ Kid Rock crazy
Wicked witches be flyin’ on broomsticks,
Kid Rock be comin’ with the boom boom boom biatch
I from the sticks biatch
Straight from the RO

“Kid Rock I ain’ts no bitch”
Ah, yes you are ho
So quit frontin’ like ya don’t know,
when I step straight into the party with my homeboy
Tino
“What’s up?”
So get a good look bro
Get a good gander
I’m made in Detroit
but my name aint Stanzler
Spreadin’ like a cancer, a virus
While you’re lookin’ really gay like fuckin’ Billy Ray Cyrus
I’m the highest MC of all time
Got my mind on the D
And the D on my mind And the line gets drawn when my eyes can’t see
Hit me twice with the Tussin and the morphine IV
I be
What they call an O-G bitch
I’m the motherfuckin’ Early Mornin’ Stoned Pimp

Now throw your hands in the air and let’s rock y’all
Just throw your hands up high, hip hop y’all
Just throw your hands in the air and let’s rock y’all
Because the Detroit party don’t stop y’all

Just throw your hands up high, let’s rock y’all
Just throw your hands side to side, hip hop y’all
Just throw your hands up high, let’s rock y’all
Because the Kid Rock party don’t stop y’all

Now I’m the self made mack on a mountain on Mars
Got the money green cut it with the high roll clause
A Lincoln Continental and a Gran Marquis
Rag top, drop down, rollin’ on chrome D’s bitch
The purple furs and the gold trim glasses
I only bust the fat asses
And I don’t be givin a fuck who da hell can rap better than me
Cause I’m a true fuckin’ player and I mack like a real G H-I-J-K, L-M-N-O-P is for pimpin,
Early mornin’ stoned pimpin
I been down, been around,
From the bottom to the top
Partyin’ down with the slimmies in the cities that I rock

Ooh baby, baby, baby let me love ya
Or if you wanna get your freak on, I’ll just fuck ya
With the Ooh, ahh, ooh, ooh, ooh ahhh, biatch, shit
Im the Early Morning Stoned Pi-imp

Hey hey hey
Come on yo.

Now throw your hands in the air and let’s rock y’all
Just throw your hands up high, hip hop y’all
Just throw your hands in the air and let’s rock y’all
Because the Detroit party don’t stop y’all

Just throw your hands up high, let’s rock y’all
Just throw your hands side to side, hip hop y’all
Just throw your hands up high, let’s rock y’all
Because the Kid Rock party don’t stop y’all

My name is Tino, you know
Baby let’s get funky,
I’m like Lenny Bruce girl but I ain’t no goddamn junkie
Cruisin’ with the Kid in my ’71
To the crib of love
Gonna get us some, ladies
We keep em on a string ah
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