Mr. Johnsons Head Remix Lyrics by Insane Clown Posse

  • Album Release Date: 1997
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Ssh! Hello class, I’m Mr. Felcher
Mr. Johnson is out today with a virus, so I’ll be your substitute teacher for 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.” (Laughing) Well let’s get started
We’re gonna pick up where Mr. Johnson left off, so if you’ll turn your textbooks to page 86 we’ll begin

[Verse 1:]
Sittin’ in my class with my head on my desk
Teacher’s tryna talk but I could give a fuck less
I’m starin’ 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 hearin voices but I don’t know what they’re sayin’
Sweat is on my forehead ’cause my brain’s inside decayin’ and this bitch that I love probly don’t have no idea, she’s talkin’ to her friends I’m in the corner and I see her
Something’s happenin’ but it isn’t very clear, sounds like a bell, sounds like an electric chair
Next thing you know I’m walkin’ in a crowded hall, so many different faces that I throw up on the wall
Some are yellin’ “Sick!” And the others stop and stare, but I don’t care, I’m in a hurry goin’ nowhere
See my head is spinnin’ ’cause I’m lonely and I’m twisted, but I have a secret, everybody missed it
I’m just a nobody and I think it’s a drag, but I got Mr. Johnson’s head…
In my book bag!
I couldn’t stand the pressure, not another day. (You gotta think straight now!)
I didn’t like that fucker Mr. Johnson anyway. (Stop!)
I sat up in his class, he hung a rebel flag. (You gotta think straight now!)
I cut that bigots head off and I stuffed it in my bag! (Stop!) (x2)

[Verse 2:]
I wish somebody knew me ’cause then they could say I’m wrong, but since nobody knows me I got it goin’ on
I’m starin’ at the clock, a tic 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 wouldn’t care, they wouldn’t even move, my dead body rottin’ in the back of the room, for weeks and months, stinkin’ up the class, until somebody noticed and they throw me in the trash
I can hear the teacher man talkin’ about Columbus, he’s nothin’ but a 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 don’t give a fuck to learn, you’re all goin’ to hell
I’m trapped in my mind and my brain is my cell, but I have a 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. Johnson’s head…
In my book bag!

[Chorus x2]

[Interlude Skit:]
Ok, class
America’s the land of the free, the land of democracy, a land without prejudice, and above all a land of freedom
That’s the beautiful thing about our country, we’re all treated equal
All races live together in harmony, and…
What is it Scott?
Mr. Johnson already taught us this, ain’t he ever comin’ back?
Well, uhh…
[Verse 3:]
No! They can sit and front about it all day, but I left his fuckin’ body in the hallway, and in the mornin’ they opened up the door, and seen his motherfuckin’ carcass layin’ on the floor
But they would never suspect me, I’m just a nerd, I tryda speak my word, it always goes unheard
I could chop my arms off and run around the class, I doubt they’d even notice and if they did they’d laugh
Instead they’d rather learn about a redneck bastard, owned a couple slaves but I guess it don’t matter
Fuck Washington, Benjamin, fuck ’em all now, they can suck my nuts ’til their wooden teeth fall out!
And the class wanna know “Who could it be?”
But I’m like Dewie Boodie you’ve never heard of me
I’m just a nobody and I think it’s a drag, but I got his motherfuckin’ head hahaha in my book bag!

[Chorus x2]

Stop, stop….
You, you gotta think straight now… (Repeated several times.)

[Chorus x3]

My bag, in my bag… (Repeat until end.)

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