Mr. Johnson is out today with a virus, so I'll be your substitue 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.
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...
Sitting in my class with my head on the desk
Teacher's trying to talk but I could give a fuck less
I'm staring 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 hearing voices but I don't know what their saying
Sweat is on my forehead cause 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 you know, I'm 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 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 bookbag
I couldn't stand the pressure, not another day
I didn't like that fucker Mr. Johnson anyway
I sat up in his class, he hung a rebel flag
I cut the bigot's head off and I stuffed it in my bag
I couldn't stand the pressure, not another day
I didn't like that fucker Mr. Johnson anyway
I sat up in his class, he hung a rebel flag
I cut the bigot's head off and I stuffed it in my bag
I wish somebody knew me cause then they could say I'm wrong
But since nobody knows me, I got it going on
I'm staring at the clock
A tick and a tock
I got a couple food stamps folded in my sock
I must be a ghost cause 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
My dead body rotting in the back of the room
For weeks and months, stinking up the class
Until somebody noticed, then they'd throw me in the trash
I can hear the teacher, man, talking about Columbus
He nothing but a old dead fuck with a compass
Ran up on a beach and threw everybody off
And then he claimed discovery and now we all applaud
I don't give a fuck, I learn you're all going to hell
I'm trapped in my mind and my brain is my cell
But I have a key
It's called insanity
I stick in my brain to unlock eternity
I'm just a nobody and I think it's a drag
But I got Mr. Johnson's head in my bookbag
I couldn't stand the pressure, not another day
I didn't like that fucker Mr. Johnson anyway
I sat up in his class, he hung a rebel flag
I cut the bigot's head off and I stuffed it in my bag
I couldn't stand the pressure, not another day
I didn't like that fucker Mr. Johnson anyway
I sat up in his class, he hung a rebel flag
I cut the bigot's head off and I stuffed it in my bag
"Okay, class, America's the land of the free.
It's 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?"
"Mr. Johnson already taught us this.
Ain't he ever coming back?"
"Well, uh..."
No!! They can sit and front about it all day
But I left his fucking body in the hallway
And in the morning when they opened up the door
And seen his mothafucking carcass laying on the floor
But they would never suspect me, I'm just a nerd
I try to speak my word, it always goes unheard
I could chop my arms off and run around the class
I doubt they'd even notice, and if they did, they'd laugh
Instead they'd rather learn about redneck bastard
Owned a couple slaves, but I guess it don't matter
Fuck Washington, Benjamin, buck them all out
They can suck my nuts till they wooden teeth fall out
And the class wanna know who could it be
But I'm like the Reboot guy, you never heard of me
I'm just a nobody and I think it's a drag
But I got his motherfucking head in my bookbag
I couldn't stand the pressure, not another day
I didn't like that fucker Mr. Johnson anyway
I sat up in his class, he hung a rebel flag
I cut the bigot's head off and I stuffed it in my bag
I couldn't stand the pressure, not another day
I didn't like that fucker Mr. Johnson anyway
I sa---
Stop! Stop! You gotta think straight now...Stop!
Stop! You gotta think straight now...Stop! Stop!
You gotta think straight now...Stop! Stop! You gotta
think straight now...Stop! Stop! You gotta think
straight now...Stop! Stop! You gotta think straight now...
I couldn't stand the pressure, not another day
I didn't like that fucker Mr. Johnson anyway
I sat up in his class, he hung a rebel flag
I cut the bigot's head off and I stuffed it in my bag
I couldn't stand the pressure, not another day
I didn't like that fucker Mr. Johnson anyway
I sat up in his class, he hung a rebel flag
I cut the bigot's head off and I stuffed it in my bag
I couldn't stand the pressure, not another day
I didn't like that fucker Mr. Johnson anyway
I sat up in his class, he hung a rebel flag
I cut the bigot's head off and I stuffed it in my bag
My bag...in my bag...in my bag...in my baagggg.....