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 style      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"      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 half lings      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"      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 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 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 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      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"      Who's house? Raven's house   Who's house? Raven's house   Who's house? Raven's house   Who's house? Raven's house      I said, who's house? Raven's house   Who's house? Raven's house   Who's house? Raven's house   Who's house? Raven's house      Who's that?