3am

Album: Relapse (2009)
Charted: 56 32
  • Ohh ohhh
    Oh(yea) oh(yea) oh(yea)
    Ohh ohhh
    Ohhh
    Oh(yea) oh(yea) oh(yea)
    Ohh ohh
    Oohh
    Oh(yea) oh(yea) oh(yea) oh(yea)oh(yea)
    Ohh
    Woahh
    There is no escaping (yo)(yooo)
    There's no place to hide(yooo)(yooo)
    Yes please someone save me(yo)(yooo)
    But they don't pave no mind( yooo) (yooo)
    (Good night)
    Good bye

    (Verse 1)
    Your walkin down a horror corridor
    It's almost 4 in the mornin
    And your in a
    Nightmare
    It's HORRIBLE
    Right there's the coroner
    Waitin for you
    To turn the corner
    So he can corner ya
    Your a goner
    He's ona ya
    Out the corner of his cornea
    He just saw you run
    All you want is to rest
    Cause you can't run anymore
    Your done
    All he wants is to kill you in front of an audience
    While everybody
    Is watchin in the party applauding it
    Here I sit while I'm caught up in deep thought again
    Contemplading my next plot again
    Swallowin the Klonopin
    While I'm noddin
    In and out on the autumn and
    If the ramada inn
    Holdin onto the pill bottle then
    Lick my finger and swirl it round the bottom
    And make sure I got all of it
    Wake up naked at mcdonalds
    With
    Blood all over me
    Dead bodies
    Behind the counter
    SHIT
    Guess I must of just blacked out again
    NOT AGAIN

    (Chorus)
    It's 3 a.m in the mornin
    Put my key in the door and
    Bodies layin all of the floor and
    I don't remember how they got there but I guess I must of killed em
    Killed em

    I said
    It's 3 am in the mornin
    Put my key in the door and
    Bodies layin all of the floor and
    I don't remember how they got there but I guess I must of killed em
    Killed em

    (Verse 2)
    Sitting nude in my living room
    It's almost noon
    I wonder what's on the tube
    Maybe they'll show some boobs
    Surfing every channel
    Until I find hannah montana
    Then I reach for the aloe and lanalin
    Bust all over the wall panel and dismantlin
    Every candle on top of the fire place
    Mantalin
    Grab my flannel and my bandanna then
    Kiss the naked manakin man again
    You can see him standin in my
    Front window
    If you look in
    I'm just a hooligan
    Who's use to usin hallucinogens
    Causin illusions again
    Brain contusions again
    Cutting and bruising the skin
    Raise the scissors and pins
    Jesus when does it end
    Phases that I go through
    Dazed and I'm so confused
    Days that I don't know who
    Gave these molecules too
    Me
    What am I gone do
    Had the prodigal son
    The diabolical one
    Very methodical
    I slaughtered them

    (Chorus)
    It's 3 a.m in the mornin
    Put my key in the door and
    Bodies layin all of the floor and
    I don't remember how they got there but I guess I must of killed em
    Killed em

    I said
    It's 3 am in the mornin
    Put my key in the door and
    Bodies layin all of the floor and
    I don't remember how they got there but I guess I must of killed em
    Killed em

    (Verse 3)
    She puts the lotion in the bucket
    He puts the lotion on the skin
    Or else it gets the hose again
    She puts the lotion in the bucket
    He puts the lotion on the skin
    Or else it gets the hose again

    I duck and I slash slice and gash
    Last night was a blast
    I can't quite remember when I
    Had that much fun
    Off a half pint of the jack
    My last vic and a half
    A flashlight
    Up Kim kardashians ass

    I remember the first time
    I dismembered a family member
    December I think it was
    I was having drinks with my cuz
    And I wrapped him
    In Christmas lights
    Pushed him into the stinkin tub
    Cut him up into pieces
    Then just when I went to drink his
    Blood
    I thought I outta drink this bath water
    That outta be fun
    That's when my days of serial murder man slaughter begun
    The sight of blood excites me
    That might be an artery son
    Your blood curdling screams
    Just don't seem to bother me none
    It's 3 am
    And here I come
    So you should probably run
    A secret passage way around here
    Man there's got to be one
    Oh no there's probably none
    He can scream all that he wants
    Top of his lungs
    It aint no stoppin me from choppin him up(up)

    (Chorus)
    Cause it's 3 a.m in the mornin
    Put my key in the door and
    Bodies layin all of the floor and
    I don't remember how they got there but I guess I must of killed em
    Killed em

    I said
    It's 3 am in the mornin
    Put my key in the door and
    Bodies layin all of the floor and
    I don't remember how they got there but I guess I must of killed em
    Killed em

    Yooo (yoooo)
    A yoooo (a yoooo)
    Yooo (yoooo)
    A yoooo (a yoooo)
    Yooo (yoooo)
    A yoooo (a yoooo)
    Yooo (yoooo)
    A yoooo ( a yoooo)

Comments: 6

  • Michael from Deridder, Lamy friend trevor is a total Eminem addicted fan...he really should listen to this song and "Marshall Mathers".....not that there's anything wrong with that.... ;P
  • Gunnar from Ephrata, WaThere is some chanting at the end of the song. He is saying "Evil...Rise.." Listen carefully and you can hear it. It's only a whisper.
  • Ivy from Springfield, Nedoes anybody else hear the line about jacking off to hannah montana?
  • Carol from Charlotte, NcSeriously! Joel, do you not remember "Kim" from the Marshall Mathers LP?
  • Saltine from Htown, TxAwesome song on of favorites of yours.
    And Joel, really?
    Have you even heard his other stuff? This was sorta tame for Eminem
  • Joel from Columbia, ScI sort of like Eminem but that was way over the top. Somebody's been watching way too many episodes of Dexter.
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