Insane Clown Posse

Behind The Paint

Insane Clown Posse


Remember me bitch, 8th grade 
ball park, skinny ass well-fare aid 
Ustler and Bruce brothers we was the shit 
Dungeons, Dragons, and Bruce Lee flicks 
quit school, nobody missed us, 
nobody hugged and kissed us, only dissed us 
now look at these beautiful model type high class women 
takin' my dick in em' 
you don't remember my kind in class 
the wigged out freak starin' at your ass 
never had the courage to even say hi, 
only smell your perfume vapor when you walk by 
I'm the scrub that never crossed your mind 
now your flashing your titties at me waitin in line 
and that's fine, while you're working your charm 
look beneath the paint bitch, its the scrubs who won 
look at him, the same pair of pants and that shirt again 
an outcast, I knew I had to do something 
figure out a way to make something out of nothin 
open up shop, got what you need 
speakers, clothes, CD's or bags of weed 
but that shit got me nowhere except jail 
me and all my homies to broke to make the bail 
so now we're right back at the place we started 
chuckles and laugh the second we turn our backs 
assed out, but we was like "fuck yall" 
we got each other and the drop of the homie call 
look at us now bitch, holdin' platinum 
all up on my dick, but I'm the same as back then 
forget the money and fame because 
beneath the paint life's just as it always was 
another girl, I don't dare to confide in 
playing that role, it hurts inside 
here I am thinking she wants me 
she only wants that killer on her CD 
just when I couldn't feel any worse 
bitch asked me if I could paint my face first 
the day I finally get to leave this land 
behind the paint will be the shell of a used up man 
behind the paint will be the shell of a used up man 
the shell of a used up man 
the shell of a used up man 
behind the paint will be the shell of a used up man 
the shell of a used up man 
the shell of a used up man 
nothing left but the shell of a used up man 
nothing left but the shell of a used up man 
behind the paint will be the shell of a used up man 
the shell of a used up man 
the shell of a used up man 
[repeats until song ends]