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
"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