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Tyler, The Creator

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

Dope in the bag, pretty bitch on the side
I sell dope in the back, if you tryna get high
Dope in the bag, Pretty bitch on the side
I sell dope in the back, if you tryna die

Task force poured into my 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
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 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 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

Dope in the bag, pretty bitch on the side
I sell dope in the back, if you tryna get high
Dope in the bag, Pretty bitch on the side
I sell dope in the back, if you tryna die

What s in my trunk? White, girl
What s in my trunk? White, girl

You need a warrant, officer
You could say I kill 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 drugs, cook you in the oven