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3 A.m. Lyrics - Relapse - Eminem

There is no escaping 

There is no place to hide 

you scream someone save me 

but they don't pay no mind 

You're 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', you're a goner 

He's on to ya', out the corner of his cornea 

He just saw you 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 

 

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Here I sit while I'm caught up in deep thought again 

Contemplating my next plot again 

Swallowing the Calotapin 

While I'm nodding 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 morning 

Put my key in the door and 

Bodies laying 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 

Its 3 AM in the morning 

Put my keys in the door and 

Bodies laying all over the floor and 

I don't remember how they got here 

But i guess i must've killed 'em 

 

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(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 paneling 

Dismantling every candle on top 

Of the fire place mantle and grab my flannel 

And my bandanna then 

Kiss the naked mannequin man again 

 

You can see him standing in my front window 

If you look in, I'm just a hooligan who's used to 

Using hallucinogens, causing illusions again 

Brain contusions again, cutting and bruising the skin 

Razors, 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 to me 

What am I gonna do? Hey, the prodigal son 

The godfather for one 

Very methodical when I slaughter them 

It's 3 A.M. in the morning 

Put my key in the door and 

Bodies laying 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 AM in the morning 

Put my keys in the door and 

I don't remember how they got here 

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 

 

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 a 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 stinking 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) 

It's 3 A.M. in the morning 

Put my key in the door and 

Bodies laying all over the floor and 

I don't remember how they got there 

But I guess I must've killed 'em 

(Killed 'em) 

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