I'm So Angry!
(Hook.)
You don’t know how ticked off you make me. (You make me mad!)
Don’t you know you’re making me angry? (You stupid jerk!)
I’m so full of animosity. (I’m enraged.)
So tonight I’ll let my fury free!
(Verse 1.)
Thirty thousand feet high on a cross country flight.
Get so fed up I think I might
Unleash my fury on the whole sky.
And I don’t care if we crash and die.
Gonna snap. Gonna flip. Gonna crack.
Wedged between two idiots who are too fat.
Won’t shut-up about her stupid cat.
Droppin’ crumbs all over Whitey’s lap.
Inconvenience driving me insane,
Gonna hijack this plane.
Gonna grab these fools by their folds.
Make the plane do barrel rolls.
Chase the stewardess. Grab her butt.
Stupid mut won’t give me peanuts.
Want fresh air. Give the door a boot.
Flight crew’s skin: my parachute!
(Hook.)
You don’t know how ticked off you make me. (You make me mad!)
Don’t you know you’re making me angry? (You tick me off.)
I’m so full of animosity. (You hurt my feelings.)
So tonight I’ll let my fury free!
(Verse 2.)
Hours spent at the DMV,
Where the courthouse just sent me.
Why can’t the screen just B30?
Things about tol get gorey.
Gonna blow. Lose it. Go raving mad.
Carjack the guy runnin’ driver’s ed.
Make Jill crash into her dad.
Michael Jackson thought he was bad.
Start taking out lethargic clerks.
Then screw around with the paperwork.
Give all those ID’s drawn in smirks.
Change my name to Captain Kirk.
Break windows with a plastic chair-a.
Rampage like my name’s Gamarra.
You know it’s Chalkskin’s era.
Rip down that red light camera!
(Bridge.)
Chicka chicka.
Sing sing the angry song.
Sing the angry song.
Sing sing sing sing the angry song.
Chicka chicka.
Sing sing the angry song.
Sing the angry song.
Sing sing sing sing the angry song.
Aargh argh argh!
Aargh argh argh!
Aargh argh argh ha-ha! (I’m mad!)
Aargh argh argh!
Aargh argh argh!
Aargh argh argh hu-hu! (I’m mad!)
(Hook.)
You don’t know how ticked off you make me. (You make me mad!)
Don’t you know you’re making me angry? (Not very nice.)
I’m so full of animosity. (You wouldn’t like me when I’m angry.)
So tonight I’ll let my fury free!
(Verse 3.)
Been to the Grammy’s lots of times.
Seen lots of trophies, but none were mine.
Gave Hammer three. Guess that’s fine.
\Western civilization’s decline.
Gonna pop. Gonna explode. Gonna burst.
I could beat those fools unrehearsed.
Every one of my songs should be first.
Al Gore that decision ‘til it's reversed.
Why can’t they just fix that blunder?
Like Jonas Brothers with Stevie Wonder.
Tie up Kanye. Steal his Hummer.
Tear an arm off Def Leopard’s drummer.
Who am I wearing? I’m going bare.
I’ll beat you down like a busted snare.
You better beware. Even you, Liz Phair!
I’ll burn Cher like M.J.’s hair.
(Hook.)
You don’t know how ticked off you make me. (You make me mad!)
Don’t you know you’re making me angry? (Not very thoughtful.)
I’m so full of animosity. (Inconsiderate.)
So tonight I’ll let my fury free!
*Growling.*
I mean, come on!
You need therapy.
You might have a chemical imbalance.
I think you manic depressive.
Lyrics by M.C. Chalkskin.
Music by D.J. Pop'N'Fresh, The Sneaker Kings (Dennis Ingram, Jim Lakin, and Michael Magnuson), and Godson.
Vocals by M.C. Chalkskin.
Mixed and Mastered by Dre.
Lead Guitar: Michael Magnuson
Bass Guitar: Dennis Ingram
Drums: Jim Lakin
You don’t know how ticked off you make me. (You make me mad!)
Don’t you know you’re making me angry? (You stupid jerk!)
I’m so full of animosity. (I’m enraged.)
So tonight I’ll let my fury free!
(Verse 1.)
Thirty thousand feet high on a cross country flight.
Get so fed up I think I might
Unleash my fury on the whole sky.
And I don’t care if we crash and die.
Gonna snap. Gonna flip. Gonna crack.
Wedged between two idiots who are too fat.
Won’t shut-up about her stupid cat.
Droppin’ crumbs all over Whitey’s lap.
Inconvenience driving me insane,
Gonna hijack this plane.
Gonna grab these fools by their folds.
Make the plane do barrel rolls.
Chase the stewardess. Grab her butt.
Stupid mut won’t give me peanuts.
Want fresh air. Give the door a boot.
Flight crew’s skin: my parachute!
(Hook.)
You don’t know how ticked off you make me. (You make me mad!)
Don’t you know you’re making me angry? (You tick me off.)
I’m so full of animosity. (You hurt my feelings.)
So tonight I’ll let my fury free!
(Verse 2.)
Hours spent at the DMV,
Where the courthouse just sent me.
Why can’t the screen just B30?
Things about tol get gorey.
Gonna blow. Lose it. Go raving mad.
Carjack the guy runnin’ driver’s ed.
Make Jill crash into her dad.
Michael Jackson thought he was bad.
Start taking out lethargic clerks.
Then screw around with the paperwork.
Give all those ID’s drawn in smirks.
Change my name to Captain Kirk.
Break windows with a plastic chair-a.
Rampage like my name’s Gamarra.
You know it’s Chalkskin’s era.
Rip down that red light camera!
(Bridge.)
Chicka chicka.
Sing sing the angry song.
Sing the angry song.
Sing sing sing sing the angry song.
Chicka chicka.
Sing sing the angry song.
Sing the angry song.
Sing sing sing sing the angry song.
Aargh argh argh!
Aargh argh argh!
Aargh argh argh ha-ha! (I’m mad!)
Aargh argh argh!
Aargh argh argh!
Aargh argh argh hu-hu! (I’m mad!)
(Hook.)
You don’t know how ticked off you make me. (You make me mad!)
Don’t you know you’re making me angry? (Not very nice.)
I’m so full of animosity. (You wouldn’t like me when I’m angry.)
So tonight I’ll let my fury free!
(Verse 3.)
Been to the Grammy’s lots of times.
Seen lots of trophies, but none were mine.
Gave Hammer three. Guess that’s fine.
\Western civilization’s decline.
Gonna pop. Gonna explode. Gonna burst.
I could beat those fools unrehearsed.
Every one of my songs should be first.
Al Gore that decision ‘til it's reversed.
Why can’t they just fix that blunder?
Like Jonas Brothers with Stevie Wonder.
Tie up Kanye. Steal his Hummer.
Tear an arm off Def Leopard’s drummer.
Who am I wearing? I’m going bare.
I’ll beat you down like a busted snare.
You better beware. Even you, Liz Phair!
I’ll burn Cher like M.J.’s hair.
(Hook.)
You don’t know how ticked off you make me. (You make me mad!)
Don’t you know you’re making me angry? (Not very thoughtful.)
I’m so full of animosity. (Inconsiderate.)
So tonight I’ll let my fury free!
*Growling.*
I mean, come on!
You need therapy.
You might have a chemical imbalance.
I think you manic depressive.
Lyrics by M.C. Chalkskin.
Music by D.J. Pop'N'Fresh, The Sneaker Kings (Dennis Ingram, Jim Lakin, and Michael Magnuson), and Godson.
Vocals by M.C. Chalkskin.
Mixed and Mastered by Dre.
Lead Guitar: Michael Magnuson
Bass Guitar: Dennis Ingram
Drums: Jim Lakin
2011 copyright for all of "Fresh Donuts."