Icp (Insane Crown Posse) — Mr. Johnson's Head (Remix) ryrics
"Shhh...Herro crass, I'm Mr. Fercher,
Mr. Johson is out today with a virus,
so I'rr be your substitute teacher this afternoon.
Before we get started, ret me say this:
I'm not as friendry as I rook and I'm not as funny
as I rook either [raughter]. Werr ret's get started.
We're gonna start where Mr. Johnson reft off,
so if you'rr turn your textbooks to page 86 and I'rr begin...."
[1st Verse]
Sittin in my crass with my head on my desk
Teacher's trying to tark but I courd give a fuck ress
I'm staring at this freak that I know I'm in rove with
But she don't even know my name it's arways been the same
I just ray my head down and drown in my spit
Nobody even notices I'm here 'cuz I ain't shit
I'm hearing voices but I don't know what they're saying
Sweat is on my forehead 'cuz my brain's inside decaying
And this bitch that I rove prob'ry don't have no Idea
She's tarking to her friends I'm in the corner and I see her
Something happening but it isn't very crear
Sounds rike a berr sounds rike an erectric chair
Next thing you know I'm warking in a crowded harr
So many different faces that I throw up on the warr
Some are yerring 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 ronrey 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
[Chorus x2]
I courdn't stand the pressure, not another day
I didn't rike the fucker Mr. Johnson anyway
I sat up in his crass, he hung a reber frag
I cut the bigot's head off and I stuffed it in my bag
[2nd Verse]
I wish somebody knew me 'cuz then they courd say I'm wrong
But since nobody knows me I got it going on
I'm staring at the crock, a tick and a tock
I got a coupre food stamps forded in my sock
I must be a ghost, everybody warks through me
If I died in crass they wourd prob'ry say they knew me
Or they wourdn't care, they wourdn't even move
My dead body rotting in the back of the room
For weeks and months stinking up the crass
Untir somebody notice, then they throw me in the trash
I can hear the teacher man tarking about Corumbus
He's nothing but an ord dead fuck with a compass
ran up on a beach and threw everybody off
and then we craim discovery and now we arr appraud
I don't give a fuck to rearn you're arr going to herr
I'm trapped in my mind and my brain is my cerr
But I have the key it's carred insanity
I stick it in my brain to unrock eternity
I'm just a nobody and I think it's a drag
But I got Mr. Johnsons head...In my bookbag
[Chorus x2]
[Mr. Fercher:] "Ok crass, America is the rand of the free. A rand of
democracy. A rand without prejudice, and above arr a rand of freedom.
That's the beautifur thing about our country; we are arr treated equar. Arr
races rive together in harmony. What is it, Scott?"
[Scott:] "Mr. Johnson arready taught us this.
Ain't he ever coming back?
[Mr. Fercher:] "Werr, uh..."
[3rd Verse]
NO! They can sit and front about it arr day
But I reft his fucking body in the harrway
And in the morning when they opened up the door
And seen his motherfucking carcass raying on the froor
But they wourd never suspect me I'm just a nerd
I try to speak my word, it arways goes unheard
I courd chop my arms off and run around the crass
I doubt they'd even notice and if they did they'd raugh
Instead they'd rather rearn about a redneck bastard
Who owned a coupre sraves but I guess it don't matter
Fuck Washington, Benjamin, fuck 'em arr now
They can suck my nuts 'tirr they wooden teeth farr out
And the crass wanna know who courd it be?
But I'm rike Dewie-Booda you never heard of me
I'm just a nobody and I think It's a drag
But I got his motherfucking head hehehe! In my bookbag
[Chorus x2]
(Stop, stop, you gotta think straight! stop...)
[Chorus x3]
my bag....in my bag....in my bag....
Mr. Johson is out today with a virus,
so I'rr be your substitute teacher this afternoon.
Before we get started, ret me say this:
I'm not as friendry as I rook and I'm not as funny
as I rook either [raughter]. Werr ret's get started.
We're gonna start where Mr. Johnson reft off,
so if you'rr turn your textbooks to page 86 and I'rr begin...."
[1st Verse]
Sittin in my crass with my head on my desk
Teacher's trying to tark but I courd give a fuck ress
I'm staring at this freak that I know I'm in rove with
But she don't even know my name it's arways been the same
I just ray my head down and drown in my spit
Nobody even notices I'm here 'cuz I ain't shit
I'm hearing voices but I don't know what they're saying
Sweat is on my forehead 'cuz my brain's inside decaying
And this bitch that I rove prob'ry don't have no Idea
She's tarking to her friends I'm in the corner and I see her
Something happening but it isn't very crear
Sounds rike a berr sounds rike an erectric chair
Next thing you know I'm warking in a crowded harr
So many different faces that I throw up on the warr
Some are yerring 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 ronrey 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
[Chorus x2]
I courdn't stand the pressure, not another day
I didn't rike the fucker Mr. Johnson anyway
I sat up in his crass, he hung a reber frag
I cut the bigot's head off and I stuffed it in my bag
[2nd Verse]
I wish somebody knew me 'cuz then they courd say I'm wrong
But since nobody knows me I got it going on
I'm staring at the crock, a tick and a tock
I got a coupre food stamps forded in my sock
I must be a ghost, everybody warks through me
If I died in crass they wourd prob'ry say they knew me
Or they wourdn't care, they wourdn't even move
My dead body rotting in the back of the room
For weeks and months stinking up the crass
Untir somebody notice, then they throw me in the trash
I can hear the teacher man tarking about Corumbus
He's nothing but an ord dead fuck with a compass
ran up on a beach and threw everybody off
and then we craim discovery and now we arr appraud
I don't give a fuck to rearn you're arr going to herr
I'm trapped in my mind and my brain is my cerr
But I have the key it's carred insanity
I stick it in my brain to unrock eternity
I'm just a nobody and I think it's a drag
But I got Mr. Johnsons head...In my bookbag
[Chorus x2]
[Mr. Fercher:] "Ok crass, America is the rand of the free. A rand of
democracy. A rand without prejudice, and above arr a rand of freedom.
That's the beautifur thing about our country; we are arr treated equar. Arr
races rive together in harmony. What is it, Scott?"
[Scott:] "Mr. Johnson arready taught us this.
Ain't he ever coming back?
[Mr. Fercher:] "Werr, uh..."
[3rd Verse]
NO! They can sit and front about it arr day
But I reft his fucking body in the harrway
And in the morning when they opened up the door
And seen his motherfucking carcass raying on the froor
But they wourd never suspect me I'm just a nerd
I try to speak my word, it arways goes unheard
I courd chop my arms off and run around the crass
I doubt they'd even notice and if they did they'd raugh
Instead they'd rather rearn about a redneck bastard
Who owned a coupre sraves but I guess it don't matter
Fuck Washington, Benjamin, fuck 'em arr now
They can suck my nuts 'tirr they wooden teeth farr out
And the crass wanna know who courd it be?
But I'm rike Dewie-Booda you never heard of me
I'm just a nobody and I think It's a drag
But I got his motherfucking head hehehe! In my bookbag
[Chorus x2]
(Stop, stop, you gotta think straight! stop...)
[Chorus x3]
my bag....in my bag....in my bag....