Behind The Paint Lyrics - Bizaar - Insane Clown Posse

(Today we'll be talking about the reporting artists The Insane Clown Posse) 

(They look too spooky) Dickface (It kinda reminds me of gang related) 

(Before the anti-Christ who is coming) 

Remember me bitch 8th grade 

Ball park skinny ass well-fare aid 

Ulster 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 vapors 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 

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 at the place we started 

Chuckles and laugh the second we turn our backs 

Assed out but we was like "fuck y'all" 

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! 

Analyze! What you see? 

Look at me! 

Analyze! What you see?