Tyler, The Creator - Garbage lyrics

[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 b**h on the side I sell dope in the back, if you tryna get high Dope in the bag, Pretty b**h on the side I sell dope in the back, if you tryna die [Verse 2] Task force poured into my fortress Found some lipstick, a couple corpses b**hes was harmed and they couldn't reach the alarm I'm ripping sockets out like I had f**ing problems with arms They found a couple portraits on the porch But they don't check up under the floor It's bodies and hotties and we was raging I'm gauging a shotty Hit so many b**hes 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 its good, I mean I would if I could But I like playing dress up and mix match Sorry I'mma 'fess up, you aren't getting your kids back [Hook] [Bridge 2x] What's in my trunk? White, girl [Outro] You need a warrant, officer You could say I k** 'em, if my product doesn't Couple basement stairs where I drug them, down It's pretty disgusting, finger crush your face I'll leave you permanently blushing, blood Nosebleed d**, cook you in the oven