Por Ngame.
Carátula por Ngame.
Lanzado el 2/7/2016.
Duración: 7:20.

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Pistas que Three in the Morning (4 1/3 Hours Late Remix) referencia:

• Three in the Morning by Clark Powell
• RollerCoaster Tycoon Theme by RollerCoaster Tycoon y Allister Brimble
• Falling for Ghosts by Unknown Artist y Scott Stutzman
• Bowman's Credit Score by Michael Guy Bowman
• Fruity Pebbles Jingle by Scott Stutzman
• Michael Bowman Remix by Michael Guy Bowman
• Meet the Flintstones by The Flintstones, Hoyt Curtin, William Hanna y Joseph Barbera
• radiation is now on youtube by Michael Guy Bowman

Pistas que Three in the Morning (4 1/3 Hours Late Remix) samplea:

• Three in the Morning by Clark Powell
• RollerCoaster Tycoon Theme by RollerCoaster Tycoon y Allister Brimble
• Falling for Ghosts by Unknown Artist y Scott Stutzman
• Bowman's Credit Score by Michael Guy Bowman
• Fruity Pebbles Jingle by Scott Stutzman
• Michael Bowman Remix by Michael Guy Bowman
• Meet the Flintstones by The Flintstones, Hoyt Curtin, William Hanna y Joseph Barbera
• radiation is now on youtube by Michael Guy Bowman

Pistas que referencian Three in the Morning (4 1/3 Hours Late Remix):

From Fandom:

• Three in the Morning (4 1/3 Hours Late Remix; CaNon edit) by Ngame
• Three in the Morning (4⅓ Hours Late Remix) by Ngame
• Three in the morning (Dif's JUST GO THE FUCK TO SLEEP ALREADY mix) by Difarem
• Three in the Morning (Ngame's Bowmix) [Explicit] by Ngame

Pistas que samplean Three in the Morning (4 1/3 Hours Late Remix):

From Fandom:

• Three in the Morning (4 1/3 Hours Late Remix; CaNon edit) by Ngame
• Three in the Morning (4⅓ Hours Late Remix) by Ngame
• Three in the morning (Dif's JUST GO THE FUCK TO SLEEP ALREADY mix) by Difarem
• Three in the Morning (Ngame's Bowmix) [Explicit] by Ngame

Letra:

(My name is Constable "Meat Cubes" Houston, I will eat five BIG FUCKING SHIT-FILLED ADULT hat stores in one humdrum summer day, and then my crippling addiction to pornography will be buried alive.)

(My name is Constable "Meat Cubes" Houston, I will eat five BIG FUCKING SHIT-FILLED ADULT hat stores in one humdrum summer day, and then my crippling addiction to pornography will be buried alive.)

BOO, BOO, here come de ghost
I'm de voodoo priest from de skeleton coast
Trick-or-treat, trick-or-treat, you'll be stomping your feet
'Cause I'm sugarcane sweet with a Kingston beat

WHOA-OA-OA-OA watch out, here come de ghoul
I be spittin' out rhyme while you playing de fool
I'm a treetop monsta, dat dance all rasta
Going back to de island for de sticky-sweet ganja

(I'm THINKING of a number. Between my buttocks. Do you know what it is? It's my credit score, and it happens to be 720. I'm THINKING of a number. Between 450 and 850. Do you know what it is? It happens to be 720. Which is my free credit score. This number is between my buttocks. This number I'm thinking. Is between 450 and 850.)

Oh Kellogg's Fruity Pebbles are the best thing about morning
Those colorful enchanting little specks
They make my taste buds spring to life without the slightest warning
In a way they never do when I eat Chex

Oh Kellogg's Fruity Pebbles are the breakfast I've been cravin'
I shove 'em by the fistful in my trap
They got vitamins and nutrients and even riboflavin
And make Cocoa Puffs look like a bowl of crap

Yeah Kellogg's Fruity Pebbles are a breakfast taste sensation
They're tiny tasty munchable and sweet
I'd like to start a bloody war and build a Pebbles nation
And murder every other breakfast treat

And the gallows will sway through the night
For Fruity Pebbles, Fruity Pebbles
All cereals bow down in fright
For Fruity Pebbles, Fruity Pebbles
Sycophants and cowards flee
From Fruity Pebbles, Fruity Pebbles
Captain Crunch on bended knee
For Fruity Pebbles, Fruity Pebbles

The balance of the world's askew
But Fruity Pebbles, Fruity Pebbles
Promise revolutions new
For Fruity Pebbles, Fruity Pebbles
What cereal 'mongst other things
But Fruity Pebbles, Fruity Pebbles
Stays crunchy in the blood of kings?
It's Fruity Pebbles, Fruity Pebbles

(My compulsive masturbation, Sullivan! You and me, and my erectile dysfunction, Sullivan! Then I paint all the surfaces of the eggs, Sullivan! It's a mirror collage, Sullivan! DETROIT! THE PASTA CITY! The place was Russia. The year, was 1917. You're under arrest! Just kidding! I now have two complete sets of human teeth
in
side
my
head.)

Bow, man
Mimimichael (Michael Bowma-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-) (Bowman Bowman Bowman Bobobo— Michael Bowman)
Bo-bobo-bobo-bowman (Michael Bowma-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-) (Bowman Bowman Bowman Bobobo— Michael Bowman)
I-i-is (Michael Bowma-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-) Awesome! Awesome! Awesome! Awesome!
Mi-chael-Bow-man...

Bowman Bowman Bowman Bobobo— (Michael Bowman)
Bowman Bowman Bowman Bobobo— (Michael Bowman)
Bowman Bowman Bowman Bobobo— (Michael Bowman)
Bowman Bowman Bowman Bobobo— (Michael Bowman)
Bowman Bowman Bowman Bobobo— (Michael Bowman)
Bowman Bowman Bowman Bobobo— (Michael Bowman)
Bowman Bowman Bowman Bobobo— (Michael Bowman)
Bowman Bowman Bowman Bobobo— (Michael Bowman)

BACK YARD BACK YARD
BACK YARD BACK YARD
BACK YARD BACK YARD
BACK YARD BACK YARD
BACK YARD BACK YARD
BACK YARD BACK YARD
BACK YARD BACK YARD
BACK YARD BACK YARD
BACK YARD FUN!

(I'm Toby "Radiation" Fox!)

(That was the plan, to give you a— seven hundred and twenty— and you got one. Boner.)