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Icp - Текст песни Mr. Johnson's Head
"Mr. Johnson's Head (Remix)"
(feat. 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 moveIcp - Mr. Johnson's Head - http://ru.motolyrics.com/icp/mr-johnsons-head-lyrics.html
 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
[Chorus x2]
(Stop, stop, you gotta think straight! stop...)
 [Chorus x3]
 my bag....in my bag....in my bag....


