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Insane Clown Posse Forgotten Freshness Volume 1 & 2 Mr. Johnson's Head Remix Sitting in the class with my head on the desk Teacher's trying to talk but I could give a fuck 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 shit I hear voices but I don't know what they saying Sweat is on my forehead cuz my brain's inside decaying And this bitch 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 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 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 fuck 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 fuck 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 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 "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 fucking body in the hallway And in the morning they opened up the door And seen his motherfucking 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 Fuck Washington, Benjamin, fuck 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 motherfucking melon chilling in my bookbag I couldn't stand the pressure, not another day I didn't 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 |
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