text: Hello, Im a salesman sorta giant
  I sell Molly and Mary and other various items
  One time, one guy came to where Im residing
  And I didnt invite him, so instead, tried to fight him
  I got violent, long story short: hes not breathing
  For some reason I liked it and it was really exciting
  Couldnt stop the addiction, and the irony is
  A couple junkies went missing and I know right where theyre 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—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
  Task force poured into my fortress 
  Found some lipstick, a couple corpses
  Bitches was harmed and they couldnt reach the alarm
  Im ripping sockets out like I had fucking problems with arms, and
  They found a couple portraits on the porch
  Hope they dont check up under the floor
  Its bodies and hotties, and we was raging, Im gauging a shawty
  Hit so many bitches I was pimping like Scotty
  Im a bull, red, piss me off
  Like that lipstick position when she kissed me
  So I bit em off, they was too soft, Im 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, Ima fess up: You arent 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—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
  Whats in my trunk?
  White, girl
  Whats in my trunk?
  White, girl
  You need a warrant, officer 
  You could say I kill em if my product doesnt
  Couple basement stairs where I drug em down
  Its pretty disgusting
  Finger-crush your face, Ill leave you permanently blushing, blood
  Nosebleed drugs
  Cook you in the oven, yeah
  Drums