Mr. Johnson' Head
Insane Clown Posse Lyrics

Sitting in the class with my head on the desk
I'm present at school, but I'm disengaged and not actively participating in class.

Teacher's trying to talk but I could give a fuck less
I have no interest in what the teacher is saying.

I'm staring at the freak that I know I'm in love with
I'm infatuated with a classmate who is different or unique.

But she don't even know my name it's always been the same
My crush doesn't know who I am or hasn't acknowledged me.

I just lay my head down and drown in my spit
I feel detached from the world and am unmotivated, evidenced by my actions.

Nobody even notices I'm here 'cause I ain't shit
I have a low opinion of myself and feel invisible or forgotten.

I hear voices but I don't know what they saying
I might have auditory hallucinations or be experiencing confusion.

Sweat is on my forehead 'cause my brain's inside decaying
I'm anxious, and feel like my mental health is deteriorating.

And this b**** that I love probably don't have no idea
My crush likely has no idea about my feelings, and they are unrequited.

She's talking to her friends I'm in the corner and I see her
I'm envious of my crush's social interactions and feel excluded.

Something's happening but it isn't very clear
I feel like something significant or intense is happening, but I can't identify it.

Sounds like a bell, sounds like an electric chair
Whatever is happening feels ominous and threatening.

Next thing I know walking in the crowded hall
I'm disoriented and experiencing a sudden transition.

So many different faces that I throw up on the wall
I'm overwhelmed by the people around me and everyone seems interchangeable.

Some are yelling "sick" and the others stop and stare
Some people are reacting negatively to me while others simply observe.

But I don't care, I'm in a hurry going nowhere
I'm not concerned with social norms or the opinions of others, and just want to escape.

See, my head is spinning 'cause I'm lonely and I'm twisted
My emotional and mental state is chaotic because of my isolation and feeling different.

But I have a secret everybody missed it
I have something of great importance that no one has discovered.

Just a nobody and I think it's a drag
I feel insignificant and unremarkable and it's a burden.

But I got Mr. Johnson's head in my bookbag
I have something morbid and illegal (Mr. Johnson's decapitated head) in my possession and it's a secret.

I couldn't stand the pressure, not another day
I felt an immense amount of stress or anxiety and couldn't endure it.

I didn't like the f***** Mr. Johnson anyway
I had animosity towards Mr. Johnson.

I sat up in his class, he hung a rebel flag
Mr. Johnson displayed a controversial symbol/flag in class that I found distasteful.

I cut the bigots head off and I stuffed it in my bag
I committed the terrible act of decapitating Mr. Johnson because I hated him.

I wish somebody knew me 'cause then they could say I'm wrong
I crave more of a social presence and recognition because that would mean I can be corrected for bad behavior.

But since nobody knows me I got it going on
I like having the feeling of independence and free of judgment that comes with being unknown.

I'm staring at the clock, I listen for the tock
I'm very aware of time passing by and it feels like it's dragging.

I gotta couple food stamps folded in my sock
I am economically disadvantaged and have imperative resources hidden on my person.

I guess I'm just a ghost 'cause everybody walks through me
I feel forgotten or invisible, like a ghost.

If I died in class they would probably say they knew me
If I died in a school setting, people would mention me and claim to have known me, despite neglecting me in life.

Or they wouldn't care, they wouldn't even move
People have a possibility of not even caring enough to react to my death.

A dead body rotting in the back of the room
I contemplate the possibilities of what a lonely, unremarkable death would look like.

For weeks and months, stinking up the class
I imagine myself as a decomposing corpse that no one finds for an extended period, and how horrific that would be.

Until somebody noticed then they throw me in the trash
Eventually, I may or may not be discovered and disposed of even if several weeks or months have passed.

I can hear the teacher man talking about Columbus
The teacher is lecturing about historical events.

He nothing but an old dead f*** with a compass
My opinion of Columbus is that he had a compass and is now irrelevant and dead.

Ran up on a beach and threw everybody off
Columbus came ashore and forced others to leave.

And then he claimed discovery and now we all applaud
Columbus's (faction of Spain's) declaration of discovering America is now celebrated/sanctioned.

I don't give a f*** to learn your uncle went to hell
I have no interest in the subject or learning something from the teacher.

I'm trapped in mind and my brain is my cell
Mentally, I feel trapped and am unable to escape my own thoughts and negative feelings.

But I have a key, it's called insanity
I have no objective way of processing with challenges or obstacles, and resort to unhealthy coping mechanisms.

I stick in my brain to unlock eternity
Through the use of my unhealthy coping mechanisms, I attempt to create a sense of permanence or remove myself from the present.

No, they can sit and front about it all day
People can pretend to know or not know about the terrible act I committed.

But I left his f****** body in the hallway
I left Mr. Johnson's decapitated body for others to find.

And in the morning they opened up the door
The next day, people would have discovered Mr. Johnson's body.

And seen his mother****** carcass laying on the floor
Mr. Johnson's body would be found in a gruesome and shocking way.

But they would never suspect me I'm just a nerd
Despite my vile actions, I'm confident that no one suspects me due to others' preconceived notions and stereotypes.

I try to speak my word, it always goes unheard
I attempt to express myself and be heard, but it usually goes unnoticed.

I could chop my arms off and run around the class
I make hyperbolic statements to illustrate how invisible I feel.

I doubt they'd even notice, but I'd be dying fast
Even if I did something drastic or harmful to get attention, I feel like people still wouldn't notice my presence.

'cause they'd rather learn about redneck chicker
I think people would prefer hearing mundane and irrelevant information over anything about me.

Who owned a couple slaves but I guess it doesn't matter
The teacher/curriculum is interested in sharing information that is either non-relevant or is controversial and racist.

F*** Washington, Benjamin, f*** em all ah
I find myself opposing or rejecting important historical figures.

They can suck my nuts till their wood teeth fall out
I lack reverence or respect for historical figures regardless of their accomplishments.

And the class wanna know who could it be
People don't know who committed the crime.

But I'm like Dewey Boodie, you ain't never heard of me
I'm unknown and insignificant enough that even a cartoon character like Dewey Boodie, would be more recognizable than me.

But I got his motherf****** melon chilling in my bookbag
I committed the gruesome crime of decapitating Mr. Johnson and took his head as a trophy, which no one knows about.

Chorus (9x)
Refers to the repeated chorus stating that the artist committed the murder of Mr. Johnson due to his dislike for him and incapable of dealing with pressure, stress, and negative emotions in a healthy manner.