(Violent J)
Remember me, bitch? 8th grade
Oak Park, skinny ass welfare aid
Utsler 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 beautiful model type high class women
Takin' my dick in em'
You dont remember my kind in class
The wigged out freak starrin' at your ass
Never had the courage to even say "hi",
Only smell your perfume fragrance as you walk by
I'm the scrub that never crossed your mind
now your flashing your titties at me waitin' in line
And thats fine, while your working your tongue
Look beneath the paint bitch, it's the scrubs who won

(Shaggy 2 Dope)
They used to say AHH HA!!
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, get 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 too 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 im the same as back then
Forget the money and fame because
Beneath the paint life's just as it always was

Look at me!! Anazlyze!! What you see!!
Look at me!! Anazlyze!! What you see!!

(Violent J)
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 couldnt 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

(Repeat until song ends)
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