Heaven

If heaven ain't a lot like Detroit I don't want to go If heaven ain't a lot like Detroit I'd just a soon stay home If they ain't got no 8 mile Like they do in the D Just send me to hell or Salt Lake City It would be about the same to me it would be about the same to me Detroit city from Aretha to Aaliyah to Bob Segar to Joe Louis n' his arena an now on me Paradime the mic of overachievers Smokin' sewer cops bottom feeders and parking meters A bunch of bad dude in the mad brew and tattoos So think twice before you pass through Or get clapped through wack crews get hurt We can take you for a ride or take you for your shirt I did it in the Bronx, I did it in Queens And you can see me do it, down in New Orleans Fat backs n greens I'm a scene of amazement You'll be picking all your teeth up off the fucking pavement Is that Kracker with a see? Naw Kracker with a K! Kracker mother fucker all god damn day You could take Gratiot south but that's a real rough route You'll get found face down with your pockets hangin' out If heaven ain't a lot like Detroit I don't want to go If heaven ain't a lot like Detroit I'd just a soon stay home If they ain't got no 8 mile Like they do in the D Just send me to hell or Salt Lake City It would be about the same to me... it would be about the same to me My name is Cowboy My Name is Cowboy I'm I'm I'm goin' Platinum Back in the mother fuckin' saddle want to battle Kid Rock bitch your up shit's creek without a paddle I'm no tattle cause I do not snitch I lick clits n' drop cock n' twats that spit I spit like hick's n' mix hits for Flom And that's what you call droppin' bombs Got a bullet head a dick with a 30 odd 6 And from a thousand yards I'll hit ya right in the lips....shit Motherfuckers wamma talk about shinin' Here's four fingers, kiss my fuckin' diamonds I keep climbin' but these charts ain't shit I'm a whinin, linin', rhymin' son of a bitch I'm the song of a shotguns unsung cry And I'm the only MC that'll never die 'Cause if it's real you'll feel it, so check for the name Or look for the dog with the fade in the chain, yeah! If heaven ain't a lot like Detroit I don't want to go If heaven ain't a lot like Detroit I'd just a soon stay home If they ain't got no 8 mile Like they do in the D Just send me to hell or Salt Lake City It would be about the same to me it would be about the same to me Kracker Kracker Kracker Kracker Kracker Kracker Kracker Kracker Kracker's the name, double X in size An' I reside on the side where the sun rise See I'll never be touched, cause I'm outta reach Call me Kracker just be fuckin' up spots like bleach Worst in my division, I got bitches on file From the Mississippi river on back to Belle Isle I got style but it doesn't show I got more love for Detroit than you'll ever know I I I I know cats that sling Crack n' cats that scrap Cats that bust beer bottles over baseball caps Cats that get drunk and like to spark up skull Cats that keep sawed off's chillin' up in the trunk trunk trunk Whores an' 4 4's n' scoops n' blow And fuck Faygo bitch we pound cans of Stroh's We run the mitten from the river way up to the farms That's why we got these fuckin D's tattooed on our arms If heaven ain't a lot like Detroit I don't want to go If heaven ain't a lot like Detroit I'd just a soon stay home If they ain't got no 8 mile Like they do in the D Just send me to hell or Salt Lake City It would be about the same to me it would be about the same to me