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

Detroit city from the to Aliyah
To Bob to Joe Louis
N' his an now on me
the mic of over achievers
Smokin' cops bottom feeders
And parking meters a of bad dudes
In the mad brew and
So think twice you pass through

Or get through wack crews 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 in New Orleans
Fat backs and greens I'm a scene of
You'll be all your teeth up off the fucking pavement
Is that Kracker with a C? No with a K
Kracker all goddamn day
You take gratiot south but that's a real rough route
You'll get found face down your pockets hangin' out

If Heaven a lot like 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
Just send me to Hell or Salt 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 goin'

in the motherfuckin' saddle wanna battle Kid Rock
Bitch your up creek without a paddle
I'm no tattle I do not snitch
I lick slits n' cock n' twas that spit
I like hick's n' mix hits 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 right in the lips,
Motherfuckers wanna talk shining
Here's four kiss my fuckn' diamonds
I keep climbin' but charts ain't shit
I'm a whinini', rhymin' son of a bitch
I'm the son of a unsung cry
And I'm the only MC never die
'Cause if it's real you'll feel it, so check for the
Or look for the dog with the in the chain, yeah

If Heaven ain't a lot Detroit, I don't wanna go
If Heaven ain't a lot like Detroit, I'd a soon stay home
If they ain't got no 8 mile they do up in the D
Just send me to or Salt Lake city
It would be 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 side the sun rise
See never be touched because I'm out of reach
Call me just be fuckin' up spots like bleach
Worst in my division I got bitches on
From the river on back to Belle Isle
I got style but it doesn't
I got more love for than you'll ever know

I cats that sling crack and cats that scrap
Cats that bust beer over baseball caps
that get drunk 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 fuckin' D's tattooed on our arms

If Heaven ain't a lot like Detroit, I wanna 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 send me to Hell or Salt Lake
It would be the same to me
It would be about the to me