ICP: Mr. Johnson's head (remix)

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 deskTeachers trying to talk but I could give a fuck lessIm staring at this freak that I know Im in love withBut she dont even know my name its always been the sameI just lay my head down and drown in my spitNobody even notices Im here cuz I aint shitIm hearing voices but I dont know what theyre sayingSweat is on my forehead cuz my brains inside decayingAnd this bitch that I love probly dont have no IdeaShes talking to her friends Im in the corner and I see herSomething happening but it isnt very clearSounds like a bell sounds like an electric chairNext thing you know Im walking in a crowded hallSo many different faces that I throw up on the wallSome are yelling sick and the others stop and stare but I dont careIm in a hurry going nowhereSee my head is spinning cuz Im lonley and Im twistedbut I have a secret everybody missed itJust a nobody and I think Its a dragBut I got Mr. Johnsons head...In my bookbag[Chorus x2]I couldnt stand the pressure, not another dayI didnt like the fucker Mr. Johnson anywayI sat up in his class, he hung a rebel flagI 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 wrongBut since nobody knows me I got it going onIm staring at the clock, a tick and a tockI got a couple food stamps folded in my sockI must be a ghost, everybody walks through meIf I died in class they would probly say they knew meOr they wouldnt care, they wouldnt even moveMy dead body rotting in the back of the roomFor weeks and months stinking up the classUntil somebody notice, then they throw me in the trashI can hear the teacher man talking about ColumbusHes nothing but an old dead fuck with a compassran up on a beach and threw everybody offand then we claim discovery and now we all applaudI dont give a fuck to learn youre all going to hellIm trapped in my mind and my brain is my cellBut I have the key its called insanityI stick it in my brain to unlock eternityIm just a nobody and I think its a dragBut 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 dayBut I left his fucking body in the hallwayAnd in the morning when they opened up the doorAnd seen his motherfucking carcass laying on the floorBut they would never suspect me Im just a nerdI try to speak my word, it always goes unheardI could chop my arms off and run around the classI doubt theyd even notice and if they did theyd laughInstead theyd rather learn about a redneck bastardWho owned a couple slaves but I guess it dont matterFuck Washington, Benjamin, fuck em all nowThey can suck my nuts till they wooden teeth fall outAnd the class wanna know who could it be?But Im like Dewie-Booda you never heard of meIm just a nobody and I think Its a dragBut 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....