Mr Raven lyrics

Artist  : Mc Lars 
Song : Mr Raven



 Send "Mr Raven" Ringtone to your Cell 

 
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. 



CHORUS 

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 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, 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. 

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
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, 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 thirstÉ put this
process in reverse. 

Wish IÕd had some warning first, MC Lars, '88
hearse. 

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

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

Lamplight over him still streaming, hear my
screaming, hearme 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 



Who's house? Raven's house!