Mr. Johnson's Head Remix

"Shhh...Hello cla*s, I'm Mr. Felcher, Mr. Johson is out today with a virus, so I'll be your substitute teacher this afternoon. Before we get started, let me say this: I'm not as friendly as I look and I'm not as funny as I look either (laughter). Well let's get started. We're gonna start where Mr. Johnson left off, so if you'll turn your textbooks to page 86 and I'll begin...." (1st Verse) Sittin in my cla*s with my head on my desk Teacher's trying to talk but I could give a f**k less I'm staring at this freak that I know I'm in love with But she don't even know my name it's always been the same I just lay my head down and drown in my spit Nobody even notices I'm here ''cause I ain't shit I'm hearing voices but I don't know what they're saying Sweat is on my forehead ''cause my brain's inside decaying And this bitch that I love prob'ly don't have no Idea She's talking to her friends I'm in the corner and I see her Something happening but it isn't very clear Sounds like a bell sounds like an electric chair Next thing you know I'm 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 don't care I'm in a hurry going nowhere See my head is spinning ''cause I'm lonley and I'm twisted but I have a secret everybody missed it Just a nobody and I think It's a drag But I got Mr. Johnson's head...In my bookbag (Chorus x2) I couldn't stand the pressure, not another day I didn't like the f**ker Mr. Johnson anyway I sat up in his cla*s, he hung a rebel flag I cut the bigot's head off and I stuffed it in my bag (2nd Verse) I wish somebody knew me ''cause then they could say I'm wrong But since nobody knows me I got it going on I'm 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 cla*s they would prob'ly say they knew me Or they wouldn't care, they wouldn't even move My dead body rotting in the back of the room For weeks and months stinking up the cla*s Until somebody notice, then they throw me in the trash I can hear the teacher man talking about Columbus He's nothing but an old dead f**k with a compa*s ran up on a beach and threw everybody off and then we claim discovery and now we all applaud I don't give a f**k to learn you're all going to hell I'm trapped in my mind and my brain is my cell But I have the key it's called insanity I stick it in my brain to unlock eternity I'm just a nobody and I think it's a drag But I got Mr. Johnsons head...In my bookbag (Chorus x2) Mr. Felcher: "Ok cla*s, America is the land of the free. A land of democracy. A land without prejudice, and above all a land of freedom. That's 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. Ain't he ever coming back? Mr. Felcher: "Well, uh..." (3rd Verse) NO! They can sit and front about it all day But I left his f**king body in the hallway And in the morning when they opened up the door And seen his motherf**king carca*s laying on the floor But they would never suspect me I'm just a nerd I try to speak my word, it always goes unheard I could chop my arms off and run around the cla*s I doubt they'd even notice and if they did they'd laugh Instead they'd rather learn about a redneck bastard Who owned a couple slaves but I guess it don't matter f**k Washington, Benjamin, f**k 'em all now They can s*ck my nuts 'till they wooden teeth fall out And the cla*s wanna know who could it be? But I'm like Dewie-Booda you never heard of me I'm just a nobody and I think It's a drag But I got his motherf**king head hehehe! In my bookbag (Chorusx2) [Stop, stop, you gotta think straight! stop...] (Chorus x3) my bag....in my bag....in my bag....