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Mr. Raven

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 styleWho'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 meWhile I nodded nearly napping

Suddenly, there came a tapping

Up like, "What?", this thunder clapping

In my brain like graphic half lingsStaffing me, I put down Milton

Cell phone mute like Paris Hilton

Open window, halfway built-in

Times a changing like Bob DylanTwenty 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 meI 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 FugeesNow I feel worse, my verse is terse

Joy inverse just like Fred Durst

Call a nurse, disperse my thirst

Put this process in reverseWish I'd had some warning first

MC Lars, '88 hearse

Now I'll never be Slug or Murs

Under that black raven's curseThe raven's eyes still have the seeming

Of a demon that is dreaming

Lamplight over him still streaming

Hear my screaming, hear me screamingMy soul still floats there on that floor

And shall be lifted nevermore

Afflicted calm, like Michael Moore

Canonized piece, US folkloreWho'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 houseI said, who's house? Raven's house

Who's house? Raven's house

Who's house? Raven's house

Who's house? Raven's houseWho's that?

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