Insane Clown Posse (ICP) - Insane Clown Posse (ICP)-Behind The Paint LYRICS

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]