[Verse 1: Ceschi] Noticed how my frown touches the ground? And how my left eyebrow perfectly matches a scowl? Fear me... or at least feel sorry... Because my life has been a total mess And I wouldn't say that I'm all that depressed But ultimately I'm the angriest person in the cla** And I think I'm gonna blast! What if I run through the race to the top of the mountain ??? There's no one angrier than me! At least in the latter half of the century [Chorus] Scream! If you're the angriest one in the cla** If you're the person that just got your wallet jacked If your car broke down And your girlfriend left you For your father cause he had more dollars Scream! If you woke up with a gun to your head If every woman in the lake wants you dead If you got fired from your job Cause your manager hated the fact That you wrote this pitiful song [Verse 2: Noah23] I scream... you scream... tired of the routine Up on the silver screen; it's a silent movie And I'm the director throwing a temper tantrum Getting pissed off and smashing the cameras Shout! Shout! Let it all out! These are the things I can do without So come on! I'm talking to you! I wanna see everybody hollerin' to this new Dam getting branded up in your brainstem S to the C to the R to the E to the A to the M Mayhemic chaos! Pull my own face off! Scream! Like we a team in the play-offs Unleash a mighty screech like Axl Rose 23 on the beat, it's apropos Me and Ceschi are the angriest apostles Zoom in for a big close-up of my tonsils [Chorus] [Verse 3: Ceschi] Anger management is such a joke Nothing can make me move this bloody knife from your throat Woe is me, there's no easter bunny Or Santa for that matter just lies... And as much as you try... You're never going to be happy I always wake up on the wrong side Of the bed every morning and all I do is sigh All these anti-psychotics they never satisfy Bet it's kinda sad to see a grown man cry But I swear to god that I'm Gonna put the perpetual cycle of lies That I've been fed since I was in high There's nothing to do but [Chorus] [Verse 4: Noah23] Stop pressuring me! I'm not psycho god damn it! Save that sh** for Michael and Janet! A laughing lunatic burning down your bungalow You can't help but curse when you stub your toe It sounds like the name of a would-be roller-coaster Beating your brain cells and ??? I'm going over the edge and taking everyone with me Scream like a drill Sargent drop and give me fifty The cars' totally empty gotta walk to the gas station I was totally angry, now I've lost all patience So don't make me aim this squirt gun at that head of yours, if you're allergic to water; you'll be dead for sure! Forever more you'll be ceasing all breathing, actually You've been buried alive and you're still screaming! I'm meaner than mean like Oscar the Grouch Don't try being nice or you'll be socked in the mouth [Chorus]