MC Lars Mr. Raven Lyrics
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.”
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, 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 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
Whose house? Raven’s house!
Written by: Andrew R. Nielsen, Damondrick Jack, Jesse Lacey
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group