Mr. Johnsons Head - Icp (insane Clown Posse)



[Violent J]

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



[Chorus (2x)]

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



[Violent J]

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-acap



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