3 a.m. Lyrics – Eminem
“3 a.m.” sees Slim Shady become a serial killer, committing mass murder following his escape from a rehabilitation clinic. It’s Relapse’s third single.| Song Name : | 3 a.m. |
| Album / Movie : | Replace |
| Singer : | Eminem |
| Music Label : | Aftermath Entertainment, Shady Records, and Interscope Records |
| Cast : | Eminem |
There is no escaping (yo)There’s no place to hide (ayo)You scream, “Someone save me” (yo)But they don’t pay no mind (ayo)Goodnight, goodbye
You’re walkin’ down a horror corridorIt’s almost four in the mornin’ and you’re in aNightmare, it’s horrible, right there’s the coronerWaiting for ya to turn the corner so he can corner yaYou’re a goner, he’s onto yaOut the corner of his cornea, he just saw ya runAll you want is to rest ’cause you can’t run anymore, you’re doneAll he wants is to kill you in front of an audienceWhile everybody is watching in the party, applauding itHere I sit, while I’m caught up in deep thought againContemplating my next plot againSwallowin’ a Klonopin while I’m noddin’ in and out on the ottomanAt the Ramada Inn, holding onto the pill bottle, thenLick my finger and swirl it ’round the bottomAnd make sure I got all of itWake up naked at McDonald’s withBlood all over me, dead bodies behind the counter, shitGuess I must’ve just blacked out again, not again
It’s 3 AM in the mornin’Put my key in the door andBodies layin’ all over the floor andI don’t remember how they got thereBut I guess I must’ve killed ’em, killed ’emI said, it’s 3 AM in the mornin’Put my key in the door andBodies layin’ all over the floor andI don’t remember how they got thereBut I guess I must’ve killed ’em, killed ’em
Sitting nude in my living room, it’s almost noonI wonder what’s on the tube, maybe they’ll show some boobsSurfing every channel until I find Hannah Montana thenI reach for the aloe and lanolin, bust all over the wall panellin’Dismantlin’ every candle on top of the fireplace mantel andGrab my flannel and my bandana, thenKiss the naked mannequin man againYou can see him standin’ in my front window if you look inI’m just a hooligan who’s used to using hallucinogensCausin’ illusions again, brain contusions againCutting and bruising the skin, razors, scissors, and pinsJesus, when does it end? Phases that I go throughDazed and I’m so confusedDays that I don’t know who gave these molecules toMe, what am I gon’ do?Hey, the prodigal son, the diabolical oneVery methodical when I slaughter them
It’s 3 AM in the mornin’Put my key in the door andBodies layin’ all over the floor andI don’t remember how they got thereBut I guess I must’ve killed ’em, killed ’emI said, it’s 3 AM in the mornin’Put my key in the door andBodies layin’ all over the floor andI don’t remember how they got thereBut I guess I must’ve killed ’em, killed ’em
She puts the lotion in the bucketIt puts the lotion on the skinOr else it gets the hose againShe puts the lotion in the bucketIt puts the lotion on the skinOr else it gets the hose again
I cut and I slash, slice and gash, last night was a blastI can’t quite remember when I had thatMuch fun off a half-pint of the Jack, my last Vic-and-a-halfA flashlight up Kim Kardashian’s assI remember the first time I dismembered a family memberDecember, I think it was, I was having drinks with my cousinI wrapped him in Christmas lightsPushed him into the stinkin’ tub, cut him up into piecesAnd just when I went to drink his bloodI thought, “I oughta drink his bathwater, that oughta be fun”That’s when my days of serial murder manslaughter begunThe sight of blood excites me, that might be an artery, sonYour blood-curdling screams just don’t seem to bother me noneIt’s 3 AM and here I come, so you should probably runA secret passageway around here, man, there’s got to be oneOh no, there’s probably noneHe can scream all that he wants, top of his lungsBut ain’t no stopping me from chopping him up-up, ’cause
It’s 3 AM in the mornin’Put my key in the door andBodies layin’ all over the floor andI don’t remember how they got thereBut I guess I must’ve killed ’em, killed ’emI said, it’s 3 AM in the mornin’Put my key in the door andBodies layin’ all over the floor andI don’t remember how they got thereBut I guess I must’ve killed ’em, killed ’em
Yo, yo, ayo (evil, rise)Yo, yo, ayo (evil, rise)Yo, yo, ayo (evil, rise)Yo, yo, ayo (evil, rise)(evil, rise)(evil, rise)