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3 A.M.

by Eminem

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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 corridor It's almost four in the mornin' and you're in a Nightmare, it's horrible, right there's the coroner Waiting for ya to turn the corner so he can corner ya You're a goner, he's onto ya Out the corner of his cornea, he just saw ya run All you want is to rest 'cause you can't run anymore, you're done All he wants is to kill you in front of an audience While everybody is watching in the party, applauding it Here I sit, while I'm caught up in deep thought again Contemplating my next plot again Swallowin' a Klonopin while I'm noddin' in and out on the ottoman At the Ramada Inn, holding 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 McDonald's with Blood all over me, dead bodies behind the counter, shit Guess I must've just blacked out again, not again! It's 3 a.m. in the mornin' Put my key in the door and Bodies layin' all over the floor and I don't remember how they got there But I guess I must've killed 'em, killed 'em I said, it's 3 a.m. in the mornin' Put my key in the door and Bodies layin' all over the floor and I don't remember how they got there But I guess I must've killed 'em, killed 'em 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 lanolin, bust all over the wall panellin' Dismantlin' every candle on top of the fireplace mantel and Grab my flannel and my bandana, then Kiss the naked mannequin man again You can see him standin' in my front window if you look in I'm just a hooligan who's used to using hallucinogens Causin' illusions again, brain contusions again Cutting and bruising the skin, razors, scissors, and pins Jesus, when does it end? Phases that I go through Days that I'm so confused Days that I don't know who gave these molecules to Me, what am I gon' do? Hey, the prodigal son, the diabolical one Very methodical when I slaughter them It's 3 a.m. in the mornin' Put my key in the door and Bodies layin' all over the floor and I don't remember how they got there But I guess I must've killed 'em, killed 'em I said, it's 3 a.m. in the mornin' Put my key in the door and Bodies layin' all over the floor and I don't remember how they got there But I guess I must've killed 'em, killed 'em She puts the lotion in the bucket It puts the lotion on the skin Or else it gets the hose again She puts the lotion in the bucket It puts the lotion on the skin Or else it gets the hose again I cut 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 Kardashian's ass I remember the first time I dismembered a family member December, I think it was, I was having drinks with my cousin I wrapped him in Christmas lights Pushed him into the stinkin' tub, cut him up into pieces And just when I went to drink his blood I thought, "I oughta drink his bathwater, that oughta be fun" That's when my days of serial murder manslaughter 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 a.m. and here I come, so you should probably run A secret passageway 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 But ain't no stopping me from chopping him up-up, 'cause It's 3 a.m. in the mornin' Put my key in the door and Bodies layin' all over the floor and I don't remember how they got there But I guess I must've killed 'em, killed 'em I said, it's 3 a.m. in the mornin' Put my key in the door and Bodies layin' all over the floor and I don't remember how they got there But 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)

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