You should do your screaming with your Texas accent.
I can’t scream any other way. My parents report that I learned to speak from my father, and especially from his habit of cursing with great originality and vehemence while he was driving. The first coherent words I could speak were alleged to be “big-ass truck” and “goddamned Arkansawyer.” (My dad was of the opinion that all bad drivers were from Arkansas. Interestingly, he was a native of that esteemed state himself.)