Remember me bitch, 8th grade   Old park skinny ass well-fare raid   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   And now look at these beautiful model type   High class women takin' my dick in 'em      You don't remember my kind in class   The whigged out freak starin' at your ass   Never had the courage to even say, "Hi"   Only smell your perfume vapors when you walked by   I'm the scrub that never crossed your mind   Now you're flashing your titties at me waitin' in line   And that's fine while you're working your charm   Look beneath the paint bitch it's the scrubs who won      Look at me, look at me   Analyze, what you see?   Look at me, look at me   Analyze, what you see?      You used to say, "Ahhh hah!"   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 to the place we started   Chuckles and laughs 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      Look at me, look at me   Analyze, what you see?   Look at me, look at me   Analyze, what you see?      Look at me   Analyze what you see   Look at me   Analyze what you see      Another girl, I don't dare to confide   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   Nothing left but the shell of a used up man   Nothing left but the shell of a used up man   ...