Garbage (OST GTA5)

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 
couple junkies went missing and I know right where they're hiding 

Dope in the bag, pretty [bad word] on the side 
I sell dope in the back if you tryna get high 
Dope in the bag, pretty [bad word] on the side 
I sell dope in the back if you tryna get high 
Dope in the bag, pretty [bad word] on the side 
I sell dope in the back if you tryna get high 
Dope in the bag, pretty [bad word] on the side 
I sell dope in the back if you tryna get high 
Dope in the bag, pretty [bad word] 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  [bad word] was harmed and they couldn't reach the alarm 
I'm ripping sockets out like I had [bad word] 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 [bad word] I was pimping like Scotty 
I'm a bull, red, [bad word] 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 [bad word] on the side 
I sell dope in the back if you tryna get high 
Dope in the bag, pretty [bad word] on the side 
I sell dope in the back if you tryna get high 
Dope in the bag, pretty [bad word] on the side 
I sell dope in the back if you tryna get high 
Dope in the bag, pretty [bad word] 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