Insane Clown Posse (icp) - Behind The Paint Lyrics

Insane Clown Posse (icp) - Behind The Paint

Insane Clown Posse (ICP)

 

 Behind The Paint

 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 whipped out freak starin' at your ass

 never had the courage to even say hi,

 only smell your perfume fragrance as 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]