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featuring Twiztid
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"Shhh...Hello class I'm Mr. Felcher
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Mr. Johson is out today with a virus
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so I'll be your substitute teacher this afternoon.
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Before we get started let me say this:
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I'm not as friendly as I look and I'm not as funny
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as I look either (laughter). Well let's get started.
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We're gonna start where Mr. Johnson left off
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so if you'll turn your textbooks to page 86 and I'll begin...."
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(1st Verse)
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Sittin in my class with my head on my desk
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Teacher's trying to talk but I could give a fuck less
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I'm staring at this freak that I know I'm in love with
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But she don't even know my name it's always been the same
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I just lay my head down and drown in my spit
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Nobody even notices I'm here 'cuz I ain't shit
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I'm hearing voices but I don't know what they're saying
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Sweat is on my forehead 'cuz my brain's inside decaying
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And this bitch that I love prob'ly don't have no Idea
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She's talking to her friends I'm in the corner and I see her
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Something happening but it isn't very clear
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Sounds like a bell sounds like an electric chair
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Next thing you know I'm walking in a crowded hall
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So many different faces that I throw up on the wall
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Some are yelling sick and the others stop and stare but I don't care
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I'm in a hurry going nowhere
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See my head is spinning 'cuz I'm lonley and I'm twisted
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but I have a secret everybody missed it
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Just a nobody and I think It's a drag
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But I got Mr. Johnson's head...In my bookbag
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(Chorus x2)
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I couldn't stand the pressure, not another day
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I didn't like the fucker Mr. Johnson anyway
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I sat up in his class, he hung a rebel flag
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I cut the bigot's head off and I stuffed it in my bag
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(2nd Verse)
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I wish somebody knew me 'cuz then they could say I'm wrong
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But since nobody knows me I got it going on
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I'm staring at the clock, a tick and a tock
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I got a couple food stamps folded in my sock
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I must be a ghost, everybody walks through me
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If I died in class they would prob'ly say they knew me
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Or they wouldn't care, they wouldn't even move
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My dead body rotting in the back of the room
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For weeks and months stinking up the class
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Until somebody notice, then they throw me in the trash
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I can hear the teacher man talking about Columbus
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He's nothing but an old dead fuck with a compass
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ran up on a beach and threw everybody off
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and then we claim discovery and now we all applaud
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I don't give a fuck to learn you're all going to hell
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I'm trapped in my mind and my brain is my cell
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But I have the key it's called insanity
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I stick it in my brain to unlock eternity
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I'm just a nobody and I think it's a drag
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But I got Mr. Johnsons head...In my bookbag
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(Chorus x2)
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Mr. Felcher: "Ok class, America is the land of the free. A land of
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democracy. A land without prejudice, and above all a land of freedom.
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That's the beautiful thing about our country; we are all treated equal. All
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races live together in harmony. What is it, Scott?"
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Scott: "Mr. Johnson already taught us this.
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Ain't he ever coming back?
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Mr. Felcher: "Well, uh..."
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(3rd Verse)
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NO! They can sit and front about it all day
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But I left his fucking body in the hallway
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And in the morning when they opened up the door
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And seen his motherfucking carcass laying on the floor
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But they would never suspect me I'm just a nerd
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I try to speak my word, it always goes unheard
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I could chop my arms off and run around the class
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I doubt they'd even notice and if they did they'd laugh
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Instead they'd rather learn about a redneck bastard
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Who owned a couple slaves but I guess it don't matter
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Fuck Washington, Benjamin, fuck 'em all now
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They can suck my nuts 'till they wooden teeth fall out
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And the class wanna know who could it be?
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But I'm like Dewie-Booda you never heard of me
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I'm just a nobody and I think It's a drag
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But I got his motherfucking head hehehe! In my bookbag
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(Chorusx2)
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[Stop, stop, you gotta think straight! stop...]
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(Chorus x3)
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my bag....in my bag....in my bag....
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Mr. Johnsons Head (Remix)
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| Hurricane #1 |
