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If Heaven a lot like Detroit, I don't wanna go
If Heaven ain't a lot Detroit, I'd just a soon stay home
If ain't got no 8 mile like they do up in the D
Just send me to Hell or Salt city
It would be about the to me
It would be the same to me

city from the Aretha to Aliyah
To Bob Segar to Joe
N' his an now on me
Paradise the mic of over
Smokin' cops bottom feeders
And parking meters a of bad dudes
In the mad and tattoos
So think twice before you pass

Or get clapped through wack get hurt
We can take you for a ride, or you for your shirt
I did it in the Bronx, I did it in
And you can see me do it, do it down in New
Fat backs and greens I'm a scene of
You'll be picking all your up off the fucking pavement
Is that with a C? No Kracker with a K
Kracker motherfucker all day
You could take gratiot south but that's a real route
You'll get found face down with pockets hangin' out

If Heaven ain't a lot Detroit, I don't wanna go
If Heaven ain't a lot like Detroit, I'd just a stay home
If they got no 8 mile like they do up in the D
Just me to Hell or Salt Lake city
It be about the same to me
It be about the same to me

My name is
My name is
I'm, I'm, I'm platinum

Back in the motherfuckin' wanna battle Kid Rock
Bitch your up shits without a paddle
I'm no 'cause I do not snitch
I lick slits n' drop n' twas that spit
I spit like hick's n' mix for flam
And what you call droppin' bombs

Got a bullet head dick a 30 odd 6
And from a thousand yards I'll hit ya in the lips, shit
Motherfuckers wanna talk shining
four fingers kiss my fuckn' diamonds
I climbin' but these charts ain't shit
I'm a whinini', linin' rhymin' son of a
I'm the son of a unsung cry
And I'm the MC that'll never die
'Cause if it's you'll feel it, so check for the name
Or look for the dog with the in the chain, yeah

If Heaven ain't a lot like Detroit, I don't go
If Heaven ain't a lot like Detroit, I'd a soon stay home
If they got no 8 mile like they do up in the D
Just me to Hell or Salt Lake city
It be about the same to me
It would be about the to me

Kracker, Kracker, Kracker,
Kracker, Kracker, Kracker,

Kracker's the double X in size
And I reside on the where the sun rise
See I'll be touched because I'm out of reach
Call me Kracker just be fuckin' up spots bleach
in my division I got bitches on file
From the Mississippi on back to Belle Isle
I got style but it doesn't
I got more love for than you'll ever know

I know cats that sling and cats that scrap
Cats bust beer bottles over baseball caps
Cats that get and like to spark up skull
Cats keep sawed offs chillin' up in the trunk
Whores and 4 4's n' scoops n' blow and fay go bitch
We pound cans of
We run the mitten the river way up to the farms
That's why we got these D's tattooed on our arms

If Heaven ain't a lot Detroit, I don't wanna go
If Heaven a lot like Detroit, I'd just a soon stay home
If they ain't got no 8 mile they do up in the D
send me to Hell or Salt Lake city
It be about the same to me
It would be about the to me