Insane Clown Posse Mr. Johnson's Hwad (Remix) Lyrics
            Sitting in the class with my head on the desk
            Teacher's trying to talk but I could give a f___ less
            I'm staring at the 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 cuz I ain't s___
            I hear voices but I don't know what they saying
            Sweat is on my forehead cuz my brain's inside decaying
            And this b____ that I love probably don't have no idea
            She's talking to her friends I'm in the corner and I see her
            Something's happening but it isn't 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 don't care, I'm in a hurry going nowhere
            See, my head is spinning cuz I'm lonely 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
        
            I couldn't stand the pressure, not another day
            I didn't like the f___er 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
        
            I wish somebody knew me cuz then they could say I'm wrong
            But since nobody knows me I got it going on
            I'm staring at the clock, I listen for the tock
            I gotta couple food stamps folded in my sock
            I guess I'm just a ghost cuz everybody walks through me
            If I died in class they would probably say they knew me
            Or they wouldn't care, they wouldn't 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 f___ with a compass
            Ran up on a beach and threw everybody off
            And then he claimed discovery and now we all applaud
            I don't give a f___ to learn your uncle went to hell
            I'm trapped in mind and my brain is my cell
            But I have a key, it's called insanity
            I stick in my brain to unlock eternity
            Just a nobody and I think it's a drag
            But I got Mr. Johnson's head in my bookbag
        
            I couldn't stand the pressure, not another day
            I didn't like the f___er 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
        
            "Okay, today we're gonna learn about A Great Freedom. If you'll turn
            your textbooks to Chapter Four we'll get started. America's the
            land of the free, we all live together in the same wealthy community
            and we are alternate equals. Yes?"
            "Man, Mr. Johnson already taught us this. Ain't he ever coming back?"
            "Uh, uh, he's, uh, very ill right now."
        
            No, they can sit and front about it all day
            But I left his f___ing body in the hallway
            And in the morning they opened up the door
            And seen his m_________ing carcass 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 class
            I doubt they'd even notice, but I'd be dying fast
            Cuz they'd rather learn about redneck chicker
            Who owned a couple slaves but I guess it doesn't matter
            f___ Washington, Benjamin, f___ em all ah
            They can suck my nuts till they wood teeth fall out
            And the class wanna know who could it be
            But I'm like Dewey Boodie, you ain't never heard of me
            I'm just a nobody and I think it's a drag
            But I got his m_________ing melon chilling in my bookbag
        
            I couldn't stand the pressure, not another day
            I didn't like the f___er 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
        
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