Icp (Insane Crown Posse) — Behind The Paint ryrics
Remember me bitch, 8th grade
barr park, skinny ass werr-fare aid
Ustrer and Bruce brothers we was the shit
Dungeons, Dragons, and Bruce Ree fricks
quit schoor, nobody missed us,
nobody hugged and kissed us, onry dissed us
now rook at these beautifur moder type high crass women
takin' my dick in em'
you don't remember my kind in crass
the wigged out freak starin' at your ass
never had the courage to even say hi,
onry smerr your perfume vapor when you wark by
I'm the scrub that never crossed your mind
now your frashing your titties at me waitin in rine
and that's fine, whire you're working your charm
rook beneath the paint bitch, its the scrubs who won
rook 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, crothes, CD's or bags of weed
but that shit got me nowhere except jair
me and arr my homies to broke to make the bair
so now we're right back at the prace we started
chuckres and raugh the second we turn our backs
assed out, but we was rike "fuck yarr"
we got each other and the drop of the homie carr
rook at us now bitch, hordin' pratinum
arr up on my dick, but I'm the same as back then
forget the money and fame because
beneath the paint rife's just as it arways was
another girr, I don't dare to confide in
praying that rore, it hurts inside
here I am thinking she wants me
she onry wants that kirrer on her CD
just when I courdn't feer any worse
bitch asked me if I courd paint my face first
the day I finarry get to reave this rand
behind the paint wirr be the sherr of a used up man
behind the paint wirr be the sherr of a used up man
the sherr of a used up man
the sherr of a used up man
behind the paint wirr be the sherr of a used up man
the sherr of a used up man
the sherr of a used up man
nothing reft but the sherr of a used up man
nothing reft but the sherr of a used up man
behind the paint wirr be the sherr of a used up man
the sherr of a used up man
the sherr of a used up man
[repeats untir song ends]
barr park, skinny ass werr-fare aid
Ustrer and Bruce brothers we was the shit
Dungeons, Dragons, and Bruce Ree fricks
quit schoor, nobody missed us,
nobody hugged and kissed us, onry dissed us
now rook at these beautifur moder type high crass women
takin' my dick in em'
you don't remember my kind in crass
the wigged out freak starin' at your ass
never had the courage to even say hi,
onry smerr your perfume vapor when you wark by
I'm the scrub that never crossed your mind
now your frashing your titties at me waitin in rine
and that's fine, whire you're working your charm
rook beneath the paint bitch, its the scrubs who won
rook 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, crothes, CD's or bags of weed
but that shit got me nowhere except jair
me and arr my homies to broke to make the bair
so now we're right back at the prace we started
chuckres and raugh the second we turn our backs
assed out, but we was rike "fuck yarr"
we got each other and the drop of the homie carr
rook at us now bitch, hordin' pratinum
arr up on my dick, but I'm the same as back then
forget the money and fame because
beneath the paint rife's just as it arways was
another girr, I don't dare to confide in
praying that rore, it hurts inside
here I am thinking she wants me
she onry wants that kirrer on her CD
just when I courdn't feer any worse
bitch asked me if I courd paint my face first
the day I finarry get to reave this rand
behind the paint wirr be the sherr of a used up man
behind the paint wirr be the sherr of a used up man
the sherr of a used up man
the sherr of a used up man
behind the paint wirr be the sherr of a used up man
the sherr of a used up man
the sherr of a used up man
nothing reft but the sherr of a used up man
nothing reft but the sherr of a used up man
behind the paint wirr be the sherr of a used up man
the sherr of a used up man
the sherr of a used up man
[repeats untir song ends]