paroles de chanson 3-O-Clock - Organized Konfusion , Marco Polo
Three
o'
clock
in
the
morning
Dirty
time
to
be
in
Port
Authority
Terminal
Alone
in
New
York
City
You
are
in
need
of
deliverance
from
discriminative
images
And
unusual
amounts
of
musical
carcinogens
Here's
an
adrenaline
boost
with
'Cillin
and
booth
cinnamon
Stop
vegetatin',
vaginal
canals
(No
venison)
That
is
V
for
victory,
averbally
indicative
of
why
I
haven't
been
inundated
Shit,
I
demonstrated
before
that,
I
see
the
beat
as
a
clitoris
And
my
tongue
as
the
stimulation
that's
vibrating
from
slow
to
vigorous
It
moves
with
the
finesse
and
the
smoov-ness
Even
inside
the
grooves
of
a
record
Check
it,
check
it
again
And
check
the
metaphors,
make
sure
they're
makin'
sense
and
then
TwitPic
it
like
courtside
Knicks
tickets
Gifted
with
algorithms,
terrific
with
quantum
physics
Merciless
with
the
words,
your
verses
are
quite
horrific
And
poor
morally,
I
never
support
'em
Caught
'em
in
the
Port
Authority
off
guard
and
fought
'em
orally
Renegade
13,
who
want
W.A.R.
At
three
o'
clock
in
the
mornin'
My
spawn
escaping
the
grips
of
Satan,
my
supremacy
is
Bourne
My
identity
is
Jason
Which
you
are
now
currently
hearing,
I
recite
it
in
verbatim
No
ultimatum,
played
'em,
laid
'em
out
on
the
curb
Made
'em
wait
before
I
slayed
'em
when
I
served
'em
with
the
verbs
at
Clever
and
pretty
young
girl,
caught
up
in
the
zone
Trapped
in
the
jaws
of
poverty,
drug
abuse
in
the
home
Three
BFFs
already
pregnant,
her
every
move
is
alone
Seventeen
and
battered
with
thoughts
of
getting
to
put
two
in
the
dome
Stressed
and
ready
to
just
end
it,
suspended
in
disgrace
Hate
to
descend
her,
her
faith
heavily
contended
Bend
it
over
backwards,
rend
it,
lower
it
to,
even
to
extend
it,
fam
Like
a
ninja
on
a
binge
for
vengeance,
man
Grabbed
the
stash
and
cash
and
ran
away
Thought
she
had
to
mash,
professin'
out
of
the
gate
Two
and
a
half
days
later
she'll
be
in
the
land
of
hate
The
big
city
is
full
of
dreams,
but
you
gon'
learn
today
Jumped
on
the
bus,
cap
low,
yo
she
blended
quickly
Ended
by
a
vacation,
a
parking
lot
attendant
Waving
a
Mets
pendant,
soul
crying,
lying
like
a
remnant
So
tiring,
so
inspiring
it
feels
to
be
implemented
No
guidance,
but
her
science
refused
to
stay
down
But
wait!
Everybody
knows
you
don't
go
Greyhound,
it's
time
to
shake
The
service
is
the
verse,
but
first,
with
time
to
break
Bust
violently,
it's
pulling
in
the
gate
Strolling
through
the
terminal,
dude
saw
the
pomade
Got
up
in
the
air,
painted
a
picture
looking
great
Not
she's
out
there
on
the
stroll,
lost,
pussy
on
a
plate
With
demented
sickness,
substituting
cookies
for
the
cake
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