Tyler, The Creator — Garbage

[Verse 1] Hello, I'm a salesman sorta giant I sell Molly and Mary and other various items One time, one guy came to where I'm residing And I didn't invite him, so instead, tried to fight him I got violent, long story short: he's not breathing For some reason I liked it and it was really exciting Couldn't stop the addiction, and the irony is A couple junkies went missing and I know right where they're hiding [Hook] Dope in the bag, pretty bitch on the side I sell dope in the back, if you tryna get high (Tryna get high) Dope in the bag, pretty bitch on the side I sell dope in the back, if you tryna get high Dope—Dope in the bag, pretty bitch on the side I sell dope in the back, if you tryna get high Dope—Dope in the bag, pretty bitch on the side I sell dope in the back, if you tryna get high [Verse 2] Task force poured into my fortress (Fortress) Found some lipstick, a couple corpses Bitches was harmed and they couldn't reach the alarm I'm ripping sockets out like I had fucking problems with arms, and They found a couple portraits on the porch Hope they don't check up under the floor It's bodies and hotties, and we was raging, I'm gauging a shawty Hit so many bitches I was pimping like Scotty I'm a bull, red, piss me off Like that lipstick position when she kissed me So I bit 'em off, they was too soft, I'm a Wolf And a designer mixing skin, cotton, leather, and wool And most people like flying kites, riding bikes in the woods Baking cake 'cause it's good, I mean, I would if I could But I like playing dress-up and mix-match Sorry, I'ma 'fess up: You aren't getting your kids back [Hook] Dope in the bag, pretty bitch on the side I sell dope in the back, if you tryna get high (Tryna get high) Dope—Dope in the bag, pretty bitch on the side I sell dope in the back, if you tryna get high Dope—Dope in the bag, pretty bitch on the side I sell dope in the back, if you tryna get high (Tryna get high) Dope—Dope in the bag, pretty bitch on the side I sell dope in the back, if you tryna get high [Bridge] What's in my trunk? White, girl What's in my trunk? White, girl You need a warrant, officer (Officer) [Outro] You could say I kill 'em if my product doesn't Couple basement stairs where I drug 'em down It's pretty disgusting Finger-crush your face, I'll leave you permanently blushing, blood Nosebleed drugs Cook you in the oven, yeah Drums