Lyrics:

Hello, I'm A Salesman Sort Of A 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 Get High
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 Get High
dope In The Bag, Pretty Bitch On The Side
i Sell Dope In The Back If You Tryna Get High

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 Get High
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 Get High

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 'cross Your Face
i'll Leave You Permanently Blushing, Blood
nosebleed Drugs, Cook You In The Oven, Yeah