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If Heaven aint alot like Detroit
I dont wanna go
If Heaven aint alot like Detroit
I just a soon stay home
If they aint got no Eight Mile
Like they do up 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 and now me
Paradime the mic of overachievers
Smokin sewer caps bottom feeders and parking meters
A bunch of bad dudes in the mad brew and tattoos
So think twice before you pass through
Or get clapped through whack crews get hurt
We can take you for a ride (ride)
Or take you for your shirt (shirt)
I did it in the Bronx, I did in in Queens
And you can see me do it, do it, down in New Orleans
Fat backs and greens
Im the scene of amazement
Youll be picking all your teeth up from the fuckin pavement
Is that Kracker with a C
No Kracker with a K
Kracker mother fucker all God damn day
You could take Gratiot south, but thats a real rough route
Youll get found face down with your pockets hangin out
If Heaven aint alot like Detroit
I dont wanna go
If Heaven aint alot like Detroit
I just a soon stay home
If they aint got no Eight Mile
Like they do up 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...
My name is...
Im going platinum
Back up in the mother fuckin saddle
You wanna battle Kid Rock bitch
Your up shits creek without a paddle
Im no tattle because I do not snitch
I lick clits n drop cock n twats that spit
I spit like hicks and make hits for flom
And thats what you call droppin bombs
Got a bullet head dick with a thirty aught six
And from a thousand yards Ill hit ya right in the lips...shit
Motherfuckers wanna talk about shining
Heres four fingers kiss my fuckin diamonds
I keep climbing, but these charts aint shit
Im a whinin, linin, rhymin, son of a bitch
Im the son of shotguns unsung cry
And Im the only MC thatll never die
Cause if its real youll feel it so check for the name
Or look for the dog with the fade in the chain
Yeeeeeeeaaaaaahhhhhh
If Heaven aint alot like Detroit
I dont wanna go
If Heaven aint alot like Detroit
I just a soon stay home
If they aint got no Eight Mile
Like they do up 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
Krackers the name double X in size
And I resid on the side were the sun rise
See Ill never be touched because Im outta reach
Call me Kracker just be fuckin up spots like bleach
Worst in my division I got bitches on the file
From the Mississippi River on back to Belle Isle
I got style, but it dosnt show
I got more love for Detroit then youll ever know
I know cats that sling crack and cats that scrap
Cats that bust beer bottles over baseball caps
Cats that get drunk and like to spark up skull cats
They keep sawed off chillin up in the trunks
Whores an 44s, scoops n blow Faygo bitch
We pound cans of Strohs
We run the mitten from the river way up to the farms
Thats why we get these fuckin Ds tattooed on our arms
If Heaven aint alot like Detroit
I dont wanna go
If Heaven aint alot like Detroit
I just a soon stay home
If they aint got no Eight Mile
Like they do up 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
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