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]