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MC Lars Horris
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Mr. Raven
作词:Damondrick Jack, Jesse Lacey, Andrew Nielsen
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? 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 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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