He certainly did earn that reputation.
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 AM 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 AM 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
Dazed and 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 AM 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 AM 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 AM 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 AM 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 AM 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)
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 AM 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 AM 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
Dazed and 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 AM 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 AM 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 AM 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 AM 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 AM 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)
Lyrics submitted by sfgiants1993, edited by cdhunt6282, rathyrye
3 A.M. Lyrics as written by Trevor Lawrence Mark Christopher Batson
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corrections: It's almost 4 in the mornin' and your in a to It's almost 4 in the mornin' and you're in a (LEARN CONTRACTIONS PLEASE PEOPLE, JESUS!)
Swallowing the Calotapin while... to Swallowing a Klonopin
Seconded. it's Klonopin.
why would u take the time to change to a contraction like holy ur a nerd bro lol just read dont need to make urself look like a smart ass
It's very true. Just because everyone is ignorant (I didn't say dumb!) doesn't mean you can hate on the smarter ones. Some people like lefttheretodrown actually care and wanna make a corretion damn do you REALLY have to make a big ddeal out of the smallist of things just so YOU can look cool?!? Cool your jets, man!!
Do not tell me what to do if i do not want to use contractions i do not have to
Did no one notice... "I'm just a hooligan who's used to using hallucinogens" I think maybe he's rapping about a bad trip on something, just a thought.
This song, along with the music video, is an evil demonic song in more ways than one. While most of the song is a fictional story of a deranged serial killer, It does have some realistic elements. First of All, as most people know, Eminem is also known as Slim Shady. Slim Shady is like the evil alter ego of Eminem. So in this song, as shown in the video, Eminem transforms into/gets possessed by Slim Shady and goes around killing people. Then the next day, after he turns back into Eminem, he can't remember killing those people, mostly because it wasn't Eminem that did it; it was Slim Shady.
The name of the song holds dark significance. 3 a.m., or rather the time between midnight and 3 a.m., is generally referred to as the "witching hour", while 3 a.m. is referred to as the "devil's hour". According to legend, it is when witches, demons, and ghosts are at their maximum power. So, it would make sense that the "demon" Slim Shady would be able to kill so many people at 3 a.m.
Also, at the end of the song, he does start chanting "Evil Rise". This is shown in the video, as every time the word "Rise" is said, Eminem raises his arms up.
Personally, I think its obvious that Eminem has sold his soul to the devil in exchange for fame and fortune, as so many of his songs have demonic elements to them.
You're all working too hard to figure this out. Go talk to someone who actively works a recovery program or has spent a decent amount of tim in rehab and they can explain the song to you.
... or maybe he just likes to rap about demonic stuff. His songs don't necessarily reflect what he's really like. Besides, there's no such thing as "selling your soul to the devil".
Anyway,I think your comment is fucking awesome.You must have taken great care of it.So you finally come up with such intuitive ideas.I read your comment between lines.I am really shocked,and I think you combed every line of the song.<br /> Yeah,critically,3 AM is not a great song.Eminem sang the song maybe just to hype his lame album.I was very disappointed after waiting for his album for almost 5 years.That was a terrible experience,just like you dated a girl for five years before you could make love with her,but when you got it on,you discovered that she was a transsexual.Fuck it.<br /> Although it grabbed much of my attention,i didn't,let's say, analyze the lyrics so carefully like you.I was like a fool kidding around in the websites,and don't pay attention to anyone else's great thoughts. <br /> Was that pitiful?No,that is how the rappers live.<br /> I really like your last words,yeah,Eminem just sold his ego to the devil in exchange for his fame and fortune,<br /> As you have said,Eminem split himself from the Slim Shady his evil alter ego.The murder he had committed was not Eminem's responsibility.The witching hour,as you have said,does refer to the legendary stories,i was amazed that others didn't find this.That was awful.
Dude, calm down nobody cares if Eminem wants to write about demonic whatever he can. Personally, i love this song does this make me a devil worshiper. NO, so shut up.
i dont like u initialq. so shhhhhh
Timmy, no offense you are welcome to your opinion but CREEPY.
I think this song is about mental illness. When you have bipolar disorder, you will go crazy and fight with family or friends and then you don't remember why or even remember doing it. I think the whole song is about fights he's had. He talks about drug problems, alcohol problems, and I think the "i musta killed them" is just about how he must have fought with them.
You suck. This song rocks.
i'm not sure if i would consider this one of his "serious" songs. contrary to "murder murder" and other early songs about crime and murder, eminem/marshall/slim no longer kills people out of desperation but because his brain is apparently messed up from all the drugs he use to do. i am hearing "a fleshlight of Kim Kardashian's ass." my opinion? it takes me a while to decide whether i like these new songs because his material and style is drastically different per album. being an enthusiast for his early material and underground styles, these new songs don't measure up; contrary, new eminem is new eminem so i stand by my artists.
I don't like you<br />
T"he godfather for one"?? sorry but i hear "the diabolical one".
and what i dont get it why you people cant listen to a song and just enjoy it. he's just rapping here. having fun. it doesnt have to have a meaning. this song is sick.
i think instead of the godfather of one its suposed to be the diabolical one at the end of the second verse...and i think its about him trying to get clean but he keeps slipping
very simplistic explanation, but I also think thats what the song portays ( half ass)
i agree wit Glocuster Eminem cant be respected as a hip hop legend cuz of his immature side... songs like like toy soldiers, sing for the moment, lose yourself, are all serious songs with incredible content. He shows lots of skill on his new album in terms of flow and vocabulary and speed, but he still lacks the content... you cant base a career on songs about your mom, your daughter, and pretending to be a freak killer or rape stories hes gotta be fucked in the head
yeah, but he is one of the most talented rappers i have ever heard.<br /> Scratch that, SONGWRITERS I've ever heard.<br /> He's a genius.<br /> I don't care for a lot of his songs.<br /> Lyrical content wise, but I do have to give credit where credit is due.<br /> He's incredible.
"Out of 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's watching at the party applauding it"
Fucking A. All the internal rhyme, alliteration, etc... it's really quite poetic. Anyways, I think the song's about blacking out on drugs and killing people... it's really pretty obvious.