Mr Raven Lyrics - Singles - Mc Lars

We got E.A.P. 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, who's that rapping? 

Who's that rapping at my chamber door? 

Mr., Mr. Raven 

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 half lings 

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 

Quothe that raven, "Nevermore" 

Who's that, who's that rapping? 

Who's that rapping at my chamber door? 

Mr., Mr. Raven 

All up in my grill like, "Nevermore" 

Who's that, who's that rapping? 

Who's that rapping at my chamber door? 

Mr., Mr. Raven 

All up in my grill like, "Nevermore" 

Who's that, who's that rapping? 

Who's that rapping at my chamber door? 

Mr., Mr. Raven 

All up in my grill like, "Nevermore" 

Who's that, who's that rapping? 

Who's that rapping at my chamber door? 

Mr., Mr. Raven 

All up in my grill like, "Nevermore" 

I miss Lenore, my Annabel Lee 

Taken by angels from me 

Alone with books, hey, that's me 

Harbinger of death visiting me 

I said, "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 Paellas, 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," quothe he at me 

Hating on this fresh MC 

Satanic raven, Nietzsche 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 raven's 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, who's that rapping? 

Who's that rapping at my chamber door? 

Mr., Mr. Raven 

All up in my grill like, "Nevermore" 

Who's that, who's that rapping? 

Who's that rapping at my chamber door? 

Mr., Mr. Raven 

All up in my grill like, "Nevermore" 

Who's that, who's that rapping? 

Who's that rapping at my chamber door? 

Mr., Mr. Raven 

All up in my grill like, "Nevermore" 

Who's that, who's that rapping? 

Who's that rapping at my chamber door? 

Mr., Mr. Raven 

All up in my grill like, "Nevermore" 

Who's house? Raven's house 

Who's house? Raven's house 

Who's house? Raven's house 

Who's house? Raven's house 

I said, who's house? Raven's house 

Who's house? Raven's house 

Who's house? Raven's house 

Who's house? Raven's house 

Who's that?