"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