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ICP (Insane Clown Posse) - "Mr. Johnsons Head (Remix)"
Lyrics to Mr. Johnsons Head (Remix) : (feat. Twiztid) "Shhh...Hello class, Im Mr. Felcher, Mr. Johson is out today with a virus, so Ill be your substitute teacher this afternoon. Before we get started, let me say this: Im not as friendly as I look and Im not as funny as I look either (laughter). Well lets get started. Were gonna start where Mr. Johnson left off, so if youll turn your textbooks to page 86 and Ill begin...." [1st Verse] Sittin in my class with my head on my desk Teachers trying to talk but I could give a fuck less Im staring at this 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 Im hearing voices but I dont know what theyre saying Sweat is on my forehead cuz my brains inside decaying And this bitch that I love probly dont have no Idea Shes talking to her friends Im in the corner and I see her Something happening but it isnt very clear Sounds like a bell sounds like an electric chair Next thing you know Im walking in a 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 lonley 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 x2] 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 [2nd Verse] 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, a tick and a tock I got a couple food stamps folded in my sock I must be a ghost, everybody walks through me If I died in class they would probly say they knew me Or they wouldnt care, they wouldnt even move My dead body rotting in the back of the room For weeks and months stinking up the class Until somebody notice, then they throw me in the trash I can hear the teacher man talking about Columbus Hes nothing but an old dead fuck with a compass ran up on a beach and threw everybody off and then we claim discovery and now we all applaud I dont give a fuck to learn youre all going to hell Im trapped in my mind and my brain is my cell But I have the key its called insanity I stick it in my brain to unlock eternity Im just a nobody and I think its a drag But I got Mr. Johnsons head...In my bookbag [Chorus x2] [Mr. Felcher:] "Ok class, America is the land of the free. A land of democracy. A land without prejudice, and above all a land of freedom. Thats the beautiful thing about our country; we are all treated equal. All races live together in harmony. What is it, Scott'" [Scott:] "Mr. Johnson already taught us this. Aint he ever coming back' [Mr. Felcher:] "Well, uh..." [3rd Verse] NO! They can sit and front about it all day But I left his fucking body in the hallway And in the morning when 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 and if they did theyd laugh Instead theyd rather learn about a redneck bastard Who owned a couple slaves but I guess it dont matter Fuck Washington, Benjamin, fuck em all now They can suck my nuts till they wooden teeth fall out And the class wanna know who could it be' But Im like Dewie-Booda you never heard of me Im just a nobody and I think Its a drag But I got his motherfucking head hehehe! In my bookbag [Chorus x2] (Stop, stop, you gotta think straight! stop...) [Chorus x3] my bag....in my bag....in my bag.... [ Mr. Johnsons Head (Remix) Lyrics ]
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