Ustler and Bruce brothers we was the shit,
Dungeons and Dragons and Bruce Lee flicks,
quit school, nobody missed us, nobody hugged and kissed us, only dissed us,
now look at these high class model type 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 vapors when you walk by,
I'm the scrub that never crossed your mind,
now you're flashin your titties waitin in line,
while you're workin your charm look beneath the paint bitch
it's 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 somethin outta nothing,
open shop, what you need, speakers, clothes, CD's or bags of weed,
but that shit got me nowhere except jail,
me and my homies to broke to make the bail,
now we'er right back to the place that we started,
chuckles and laughs the second we turn our backs,
asked out, but we was like fuck ya'll we got each other at the drop of a homie call
look at us now bitch, holdin platinum all up on my dick but the same as back then
forget the money and fame because beneath the paint lies just the same,
another girl I don't dare to confide in, playin that role man it hurts inside,
here I am thinkin that she wants me, but she only wants that chiller on her CD,
just when I couldn't feel any worse, bitchs asks me if I could paint my face first,
the day when I finally 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 til end)