featuring Twiztid



"Shhh...Hello class I'm Mr. Felcher

Mr. Johson is out today with a virus

so I'll be your substitute teacher 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 (laughter). Well let's get started.

We're gonna start where Mr. Johnson left off

so if you'll turn your textbooks to page 86 and I'll begin...."



(1st Verse)

Sittin in my class with my head on my 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 '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 love prob'ly don't have no Idea

She's talking to her friends I'm in the corner and I see her

Something happening but it isn't very clear

Sounds like a bell sounds like an electric chair

Next thing you know I'm walking in a 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 lonley 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 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 bigot's head off and I stuffed it in my bag



(2nd Verse)

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, a tick and a tock

I got a couple food stamps folded in my sock

I must be a ghost, everybody walks through me

If I died in class they would prob'ly 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 notice, then they throw me in the trash

I can hear the teacher man talking about Columbus

He's nothing but an old dead fuck with a compass

ran up on a beach and threw everybody off

and then we claim discovery and now we all applaud

I don't give a fuck to learn you're all going to hell

I'm trapped in my mind and my brain is my cell

But I have the key it's called insanity

I stick it in my brain to unlock 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. Felcher: "Ok class, America is the land of the free. 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?"

Scott: "Mr. Johnson already taught us this.

Ain't he ever coming back?

Mr. Felcher: "Well, uh..."



(3rd Verse)

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 motherfucking 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 a redneck bastard

Who owned a couple slaves but I guess it don't matter

Fuck Washington, Benjamin, fuck 'em all now

They can suck my nuts 'till they wooden teeth fall out

And the class wanna know who could it be?

But I'm like 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



(Chorusx2)



[Stop, stop, you gotta think straight! stop...]



(Chorus x3)

my bag....in my bag....in my bag