Mr. Raven Lyrics - Mc Lars Horris

We got EAP in the house tonight, Edgar Allan Poe 

America's favorite anti-transcendentalist 

We're taking this back, way back 

Nineteenth century style 

Who's that rapping? 

(Who's that) 

Who's that rapping at my chamber door? 

Mr. Raven 

(Mister) 

All up in my grill like nevermore 

Kick it once upon a midnight dreary 

While I kicked it weak and weary 

Dark and cold just like Lake Eerie 

Brand new sample, someone clear me 

While I nodded nearly napping 

Suddenly there came a tapping 

Up like, "What?", this thunder 

Clapping in my brain like graphic Halflings 

Staffing me, I put down Milton 

Cell phone mute like Paris Hilton 

Open window, halfway built in 

Times a changing like Bob Dylan 

Twenty-pound bird black as could be 

Cold feet cold eyes aimed straight at me 

Grim face, grim stare, death carnivore 

Quote that raven nevermore 

Who's that rapping? 

(Who's that) 

Who's that rapping at my chamber door? 

Mr. Raven 

(Mister) 

All up in my grill like nevermore 

I miss Lenore, my Annabel Lee, taken by angels from me 

Alone with books, harbinger of death visiting me 

(Hey, that's me) 

"Can I help you, evil prophet? If you got a problem, look, I'll solve it" 

He checked my hook, DJ revolved it 

Perched on Pallas, chalice dropped it 

"Tell me, Sir, please, if you can, am I good or evil man? 

What can I say, what can I do, when will I be rid of you?" 

"Nevermore, quote he at me, hating on this fresh MC 

Satanic raven, Niche glee, killing me softly like the Fugees 

Now I feel worse, my verse is terse, joy inverse just like Fred Durst 

Call a nurse, disperse my thirst put this process in reverse 

Wish I'd had some warning first, MC Lars, '88 hearse 

Now I'll never be Slug or Murs, under that black raven's curse 

The ravens eyes still have the seeming of a demon that is dreaming 

Lamplight over him still streaming 

Hear my screaming, hear me screaming 

My soul still floats there on that floor and shall be lifted nevermore. 

Afflicted calm, like Michael Moore, canonized piece, US folklore 

Who's that rapping? 

(Who's that) 

Who's that rapping at my chamber door? 

Mr. Raven 

(Mister) 

All up in my grill like nevermore 

Who's house? Raven's house