Текст песни Insane Clown Posse f Twiztid - Mr. Johnsons Head (Remix)
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"Shhh...Hello class, 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 class with my head on my deskTeacher`s trying to talk but I could give a fuck lessI`m staring at this freak that I know I`m in love withBut she don`t even know my name it`s always been the sameI just lay my head down and drown in my spitNobody even notices I`m here `cuz I ain`t shitI`m hearing voices but I don`t know what they`re sayingSweat is on my forehead `cuz my brain`s inside decayingAnd this bitch that I love prob`ly don`t have no IdeaShe`s talking to her friends I`m in the corner and I see herSomething happening but it isn`t very clearSounds like a bell sounds like an electric chairNext thing you know I`m 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 don`t careI`m in a hurry going nowhereSee my head is spinning `cuz I`m lonley and I`m twistedbut I have a secret everybody missed itJust a nobody and I think It`s a dragBut I got Mr. Johnson`s head...In my bookbag(Chorus x2)I couldn`t stand the pressure, not another dayI didn`t like the fucker Mr. Johnson anywayI sat up in his class, he hung a rebel flagI cut the bigot`s head off and I stuffed it in my bag(2nd Verse)I wish somebody knew me `cuz then they could say I`m wrongBut since nobody knows me I got it going onI`m 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 prob`ly say they knew meOr they wouldn`t care, they wouldn`t 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 ColumbusHe`s 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 don`t give a fuck to learn you`re all going to hellI`m trapped in my mind and my brain is my cellBut I have the key it`s called insanityI stick it in my brain to unlock eternityI`m just a nobody and I think it`s 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. 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 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 I`m just a nerdI try to speak my word, it always goes unheardI could chop my arms off and run around the classI doubt they`d even notice and if they did they`d laughInstead they`d rather learn about a redneck bastardWho owned a couple slaves but I guess it don`t 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 I`m like Dewie-Booda you never heard of meI`m just a nobody and I think It`s a dragBut I got his motherfucking head hehehe! In my bookbag(Chorusx2)[Stop, stop, you gotta think straight! stop...](Chorus x3)my bag....in my bag....in my bag....