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ICP (Insane Clown Posse) - "Mr. Johnsons Head"
Lyrics to Mr. Johnsons Head : [Violent J] Sitting in the class with my head on the desk Teachers trying to talk but I could give a fuck less Im staring at the freak that I know Im in love with But she dont even know my name its always been the same I just lay my head down and drown in my spit Nobody even notices Im here cuz I aint shit I hear voices but I dont know what they saying Sweat is on my forehead cuz my brains inside decaying And this bitch that I love probably dont have no idea Shes talking to her friends Im in the corner and I see her Somethings happening but it isnt very clear Sounds like a bell, sounds like an electric chair Next thing I know walking in the crowded hall So many different faces that I throw up on the wall Some are yelling "sick" and the others stop and stare But I dont care, Im in a hurry going nowhere See, my head is spinning cuz Im lonely and Im twisted But I have a secret everybody missed it Just a nobody and I think its a drag But I got Mr. Johnsons head in my bookbag [Chorus (2x)] I couldnt stand the pressure, not another day I didnt like the fucker Mr. Johnson anyway I sat up in his class, he hung a rebel flag I cut the bigots head off and I stuffed it in my bag [Violent J] I wish somebody knew me cuz then they could say Im wrong But since nobody knows me I got it going on Im staring at the clock, I listen for the tock I gotta couple food stamps folded in my sock I guess Im just a ghost cuz everybody walks through me If I died in class they would probably say they knew me Or they wouldnt care, they wouldnt even move A dead body rotting in the back of the room For weeks and months, stinking up the class Until somebody noticed then they throw me in the trash I can hear the teacher man talking about Columbus He nothing but an old dead fuck with a compass Ran up on a beach and threw everybody off And then he claimed discovery and now we all applaud I dont give a fuck to learn your uncle went to hell Im trapped in mind and my brain is my cell But I have a key, its called insanity I stick in my brain to unlock eternity Just a nobody and I think its a drag But I got Mr. Johnsons head in my bookbag [Chorus (2x)] "Okay, today were gonna learn about A Great Freedom. If youll turn your textbooks to Chapter Four well get started. Americas the land of the free, all racists live together in harmony, and we are all treated equal, we all live togerther in the same wealthy community and we are alternate equals. Yes'" "Man, Mr. Johnson already taught us this. Aint he ever coming back'" "Uh, uh, hes, uh, very ill right now." [Violent J] No, they can sit and front about it all day But I left his fucking body in the hallway And in the morning they opened up the door And seen his motherfucking carcass laying on the floor But they would never suspect me Im just a nerd I try to speak my word, it always goes unheard I could chop my arms off and run around the class I doubt theyd even notice, but Id be dying fast Cuz theyd rather learn about redneck chicker Who owned a couple slaves but I guess it doesnt matter Fuck Washington, Benjamin, fuck em all ah They can suck my nuts till they wood teeth fall out And the class wanna know who could it be But Im like Dewey Boodie, you aint never heard of me Im just a nobody and I think its a drag But I got his motherfucking melon chilling in my bookbag [Chorus (9x)] [ Mr. Johnsons Head Lyrics ]
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