Eminem raps from the perspective of a serial killer questioning his own sanity and recalling a string of murders. The song, according to Eminem, is said to be closer to the overall sound of the album, as opposed to the poppy, fun-poking "We Made You". It's meant to be an ode to his fascination with horror movie characters such as Freddy Krueger and Hannibal Lecter. It features Eminem presumably rapping from the perspective of his alter ego Slim Shady, using both internal and multi-syllabic rhyme schemes in his three verses. The song contains a line from The Silence of the Lambs ('She puts the lotion in the bucket, she puts the lotion on her skin. She puts the lotion in the bucket, she puts the lotion on her skin, or else she will get the hose again.'). This is the third time Eminem uses a reference to The Silence of the Lambs, to which Eminem also referred in the D12 song "American Psycho" from Devil's Night and the music video for "You Don't Know" from The Re-Up. He later referenced the movie again in the track "Buffalo Bill" from Relapse: Refill. The beginning of the song uses a sample of "Ghost of Love" by Timeless Legend. The song has a much darker concept than most of Relapse's songs, which are generally more humorous, which sets it aside greatly from much of the album. The censored version removes references of killing or murder, but the music video keeps the words in.
The song received critical acclaim. Simon Vozick-Levinson of Entertainment Weekly gave the song a positive review, as while he said "This is, more or less, the Eminem I've been waiting for. (...) Nobody finds poetry in violence and perviness like Marshall". While noting that "he's still rapping in a silly accent for some reason," Vozick-Levinson concluded that "He's a majorly offensive verbal acrobat, the world's most eloquent sociopath. Joseph Barracato of the New York Post also commented on the song, as well as the other singles from Relapse, giving positive reviews regarding the song and the rapper's comeback. Allmusic chose it as a track pick also.
"3 A.M." debuted at number 32 on the Billboard Hot 100, selling 66,000 downloads in its first week.
On Shade 45, Eminem announced that shooting for the video had been entirely complete and was shot in Detroit, Michigan at 3 am with director Syndrome, who also worked on the video for "Crack a Bottle". It premiered on Cinemax, May 2 right before the movie The Strangers. It follows Eminem playing a serial killer who is escaping from a rehabilitation clinic and killing everyone who might try to stop him. The video takes place at Popsomp Hills Rehabilitation Center in Detroit; the name of a fake rehabilitation clinic, which serves as a viral campaign for the release of Relapse. The music video shows murder victims laying bloody, beaten and helpless after what seems to be a killing spree performed by Eminem's alter ego, Slim Shady. The song and video suggests that it has a Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde theme, being Eminem as the good side and Slim Shady as the evil side. Slim Shady roams the halls of Popsomp Hills at 3:00 am and violently slaughters members of the staff on duty and warns the audience: "It's 3 am and here I come so you should probably run." Eminem is also shown watching the music video to "Crack a Bottle" on a television, which is also directed by Syndrome. New York magazine described the video as a revival of the "torture porn" subgenre of horror films. It was voted the fourth best video of 2009 by Fuse TV.
3 a.m.
Eminem Lyrics
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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
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)
The lyrics of the song "3 a.m." by Eminem depict the inner turmoil and disturbed mind of the rapper. The song starts with the line "There is no escaping, yo," and goes on to describe a horror scene where the singer is trapped in a nightmare and chased by the coroner. The rapper admits to taking Klonopin and hallucinogens while contemplating his next crime, and waking up in strange places with blood on him. He admits to possibly blacking out and killing people, but doesn't remember how it happened. The chorus "It's 3 AM in the morning, put my key in the door and bodies laying all over the floor" is repeated twice, suggesting that the rapper has been involved in multiple murders.
The second verse is equally disturbing, with the rapper sitting nude in his living room, watching TV, and masturbating. He talks about dismantling candles on top of the fireplace mantel and kissing a naked mannequin man. He confesses to using razors, scissors, and pins to cut and bruise his skin, signaling his self-destructive behavior. The bridge of the song depicts the rapper singing the same lines repeatedly, "She puts the lotion in the bucket, It puts the lotion on the skin, or else it gets the hose again," a reference to the movie "Silence of the Lambs," and an allusion to the singer's insanity.
Overall, the lyrics of the song depict a deeply disturbed mind, causing feelings of unease and discomfort in the listener. The grim and gory images described through the song, which include murder, self-harm, and self-destruction, convey the rapper's state of mind in a disturbingly accurate manner.
Line by Line Meaning
There is no escaping (yo)
You cannot escape the impending horror
There's no place to hide (ayo)
There is nowhere safe from the danger
You scream, "Someone save me" (yo)
You cry out for help, but no one answers
But they don't pay no mind (ayo)
No one is coming to save you
Goodnight, goodbye
Death looms ahead
You're walkin' down a horror corridor
You're placed in a terrifying environment
It's almost four in the mornin' and you're in a
Time and place increase the intensity of the situation
Nightmare, it's horrible, right there's the coroner
You're in a terrible dream with no end in sight. You're close to dying
Waiting for ya to turn the corner so he can corner ya
The killer is waiting for you, ready to strike
You're a goner, he's onto ya
You will not survive, the killer is aware of your presence
Out the corner of his cornea, he just saw ya run
The killer is aware of your attempts to flee
All you want is to rest 'cause you can't run anymore, you're done
Exhaustion and desperation set in as you realize your helplessness
All he wants is to kill you in front of an audience
The killer desires to execute you in front of others
While everybody is watching in the party, applauding it
The killer wants an audience to witness and enjoy the carnage
Here I sit, while I'm caught up in deep thought again
The singer is consumed with dark thoughts
Contemplating my next plot again
The artist imagines his next horrific deed
Swallowin' a Klonopin while I'm noddin' in and out on the ottoman
The artist medicates himself for mental calmness
At the Ramada Inn, holding onto the pill bottle, then
The singer is staying at a motel and takes more medication to suppress his thoughts
Lick my finger and swirl it 'round the bottom
The singer ensures he consumed all of the drugs
And make sure I got all of it
The artist is thorough in his drug intake
Wake up naked at McDonald's with
The artist wakes up, without memory of the events, in a fast-food restaurant
Blood all over me, dead bodies behind the counter, shit
The artist realizes he has committed a gruesome crime
Guess I must've just blacked out again, not again
The singer knows he's relapsed in his murderous tendencies
It's 3 AM in the mornin'
The time of day adds to the sense of fear
Put my key in the door and
The singer arrives home, but something is wrong
Bodies layin' all over the floor and
There are dead bodies strewn all over his living space
I don't remember how they got there
The singer has no recollection of what happened
But I guess I must've killed 'em, killed 'em
He's come to the conclusion that he's responsible for their deaths
I said, it's 3 AM in the mornin'
The terror is unrelenting, and the time signifies its persistence
Sitting nude in my living room, it's almost noon
He's awake and facing the morning after the gruesome crime
I wonder what's on the tube, maybe they'll show some boobs
The singer is desensitized and seeks entertainment as usual
Surfing every channel until I find Hannah Montana then
He flips channels and lands on a mild program
I reach for the aloe and lanolin, bust all over the wall panellin'
He masturbates after watching television
Dismantlin' every candle on top of the fireplace mantel and
He's compelled to vandalize his space
Grab my flannel and my bandana, then
He gets dressed to go about his day
Kiss the naked mannequin man again
He engages in fantastical behaviors
You can see him standin' in my front window if you look in
He leaves a mannequin in front of a window for show
I'm just a hooligan who's used to using hallucinogens
He admits to being a delinquent and addict
Causin' illusions again, brain contusions again
He experiences hallucinations and brain damage
Cutting and bruising the skin, razors, scissors, and pins
He self-harms using sharp objects
Jesus, when does it end?
The artist is lost in cycles of violence and addiction
Phases that I go through
He recognizes his recurring phases of behavior
Dazed and I'm so confused
The singer is in a fragmented and disoriented state of mind
Days that I don't know who gave these molecules to
The artist is unsure of who is responsible for his addiction
Me, what am I gon' do?
The artist is left alone to deal with the consequences of his choices
Hey, the prodigal son, the diabolical one
He recognizes himself as a pariah and corrupted individual
Very methodical when I slaughter them
The singer is precise and ruthless in his killing
She puts the lotion in the bucket
A reference to another murderer's actions
It puts the lotion on the skin
A part of a victim's routine the murderer is forcing them to do
Or else it gets the hose again
Threats of violence are made if they do not comply
I cut and I slash, slice and gash, last night was a blast
Reflecting on a previous night of killing
I can't quite remember when I had that
The artist's memories are fragmented and unclear
Much fun off a half-pint of the Jack, my last Vic-and-a-half
The artist's drug use culminated in his actions
A flashlight up Kim Kardashian's ass
A gratuitous and violent thought
I remember the first time I dismembered a family member
A recollection of an earlier violent act
December, I think it was, I was having drinks with my cousin
The artist recollects the context of his first crime
I wrapped him in Christmas lights
The artist recalls his disturbing actions in graphic detail
Pushed him into the stinkin' tub, cut him up into pieces
The artist describes the brutal nature of his first killing
And just when I went to drink his blood
The singer aimed to act out additional macabre fantasies
I thought, "I oughta drink his bathwater, that oughta be fun"
The artist contemplates over the top acts of violence
That's when my days of serial murder manslaughter begun
The singer would become a serial killer
The sight of blood excites me, that might be an artery, son
Violence is exciting to the singer
Your blood-curdling screams just don't seem to bother me none
The singer is apathetic and indifferent to suffering
It's 3 AM and here I come, so you should probably run
The artist warns of coming violence
A secret passageway around here, man, there's got to be one
The artist searches for a way to evade detection
Oh no, there's probably none
The singer is resigned to capture
He can scream all that he wants, top of his lungs
The singer takes perverse pleasure in his victims' suffering
But ain't no stopping me from chopping him up-up, 'cause
The artist intensifies his violence with a rhyme
Yo, yo, ayo (evil, rise)
A violent threat is made and announced with a rhyme scheme
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Mark Christopher Batson, Trevor Lawrence, Dawaun W. Parker, Andre Romell Young, Marshall B. III Mathers, Michael A. Jr. Elizondo
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@JlockOfficial
It’s so sad how this album never got the credit it deserved when it came out and how Eminem didn’t appreciate it either. Safe to say it’s aged like fine wine.
@CadillacSevilles
True
@halo2bounceguy
What? It got the Grammy that year lol. It literally got the highest recognition critics could give it lol.
@soulless7403
This may be Eminem's least favorite album....but it's literally his most selling album & one of the most loved albums by his fans.
@CadillacSevilles
@@soulless7403 what the....??? Man its recovery
@bandhariwickette
THANK YOU. Just because something won an award doesn't mean it got the recognition it deserved. It was almost like Marshall himself got a little irked at the darkest parts of himself which is in part why we love him the most. Much love for the man who helped a lot of us get through the worst times with the most vicious lyrics.
@damn9385
I don't think eminem himself realize how genius relapse is
@zezebro17
Unfortunately he doesn't. He says he cringes when he listens to it
@StirlingMossDrives
José Ricardo It’s because listening to it puts him in a place he wishes not to be in anymore.
@gustavenarsson9489
@@StirlingMossDrives If you are reffering to drugs Em was sober at this time