Mr. Johnsons Head (Remix) Insane Clown Posse

[Intro:]
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!

[Chorus:]
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)