(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 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    [Chorus x2]    (Stop, stop, you gotta think straight! stop...)    [Chorus x3]  my bag....in my bag....in my bag....