Mr. Raven - MC Lars

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 (who's that) rapping?

Who’s that rapping at my chamber door?

Mr. (mister) 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 Erie, 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, quothe that raven «Nevermore.»

REPEAT CHORUS

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

Alone with books (hey that’s me!), harbinger of death visiting 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,» 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

REPEAT CHORUS

Whose house?

Raven’s house!