Lyrics of Mr. raven

Mc Lars Horris

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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 rapping?
(who's that)
Who's that rapping at my chamber door?
Mr. raven
(mister)
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
Quote that raven nevermore

Who's that rapping?
(who's that)
Who's that rapping at my chamber door?
Mr. raven
(mister)
All up in my grill like nevermore

I miss lenore, my annabel lee, taken by angels from me
Alone with books, harbinger of death visiting me
(hey, that's 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, quote 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 ravens 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 rapping?
(who's that)
Who's that rapping at my chamber door?
Mr. raven
(mister)
All up in my grill like nevermore

Who's house? raven's house

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