[Verse 1: Johnie Ray] My life's a skippin' record trying to get in groove Want to hit fast forward like ca**ette tapes used to do But the guts spill out oh now yo boy oh that's a trip Maybe life'll be better off as a compact disc Beware of scratches, ratchets watch out for that bump I see your MP3, slow download speed, in a slump Guess it's final vinyl until I'm in the dump On my way to get my pockets phat like they The Klumps Can't control my stress wilding like I'm dancing krump Throw PC from cubicle is what y'all really want Anger management is something I have tried before But leaving angrier I was before I hit the door Throwing plates against the wall that will never do Rather throw bows at a face that'll get me through Form a fight club like Edward Norton and Brad Pitt Till this pit of rage I find a way up out of it You calling me all the time keeping tabs on me I'm at the bar with some friends and the tab's on me Stella Artois, Guinness and Blue Moons Play guitar in Venice as the blue croons Wanna run out in it and never turn back Swim along the waves till I fade in black Till I fade in black, till I fade in black Reemerge like HOV yo the ruler's back Where's my crown and pounds, commoners bow down No need for Prince Will and Kate now that I'm around My Magna Carta treaty sweetie the trumpets sound But to your laws I won't be held bound I'm Hell bound is what you say clown Have you packing your balls and tent and leave town So rewound 'fore you're in a mound Your mom tossing flowers at you in the ground Like traders to Africans or settlers to Indians Christians wanna save my soul from sin And I really wanna follow Him My record starts to skip again