ICP: Behind the paint

Remember me bitch, 8th gradeBall park, skinny ass well-fare aidUstler and bruce brothers we was the shitDungeons, dragons, and bruce lee flicksQuit school, nobody missed us,Nobody hugged and kissed us, only dissed usNow look at these beautiful model type high class womenTakin my dick in emYou dont remember my kind in classThe whipped out freak starin at your assNever had the courage to even say hi,Only smell your perfume fragrance as you walk byIm the scrub that never crossed your mindNow your flashing your titties at me waitin in lineAnd thats fine, while youre working your charmLook beneath the paint bitch, its the scrubs who wonLook at him, the same pair of pants and that shirt againAn outcast, i knew i had to do somethingFigure out a way to make something out of nothinOpen up shop, got what you needSpeakers, clothes, cds or bags of weedBut that shit got me nowhere except jailMe and all my homies to broke to make the bailSo now were right back at the place we startedChuckles and laugh the second we turn our backsAssed out, but we was like fuck yallWe got each other and the drop of the homie callLook at us now bitch, holdin platinumAll up on my dick, but im the same as back thenForget the money and fame becauseBeneath the paint lifes just as it always wasAnother girl, i dont dare to confide inPlaying that role, it hurts insideHere i am thinking she wants meShe only wants that killer on her cdJust when i couldnt feel any worseBitch asked me if i could paint my face firstThe day i finally get to leave this landBehind the paint will be the shell of a used up manBehind the paint will be the shell of a used up manThe shell of a used up manThe shell of a used up manBehind the paint will be the shell of a used up manThe shell of a used up manThe shell of a used up manNothing left but the shell of a used up manNothing left but the shell of a used up manBehind the paint will be the shell of a used up manThe shell of a used up manThe shell of a used up man[repeats until song ends]