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feat. Kid Rock and Paradime







CHORUS:



If Heaven ain't a



Lot like Detroit



I don't wanna 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 over achievers



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



F***ing pavement



Is that Kracker with a C?



Naw Kracker with a K



Kracker motherf***ker



All Goddamn day



You could take Gratiot



South but that's



A real rough route



You'll get found face down



With your pockets hangin' out







Repeat chorus







My name is Cowboy



My name is Cowboy



I'm I'm I'm goin' Platinum



Back in the motherf***in' saddle



Wanna battle Kid Rock



B**** your up sh*t'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 d*ck with a 30 odd 6



And from a thousand yards



I'll hit ya right in the lips, sh*t



Motherf***ers wanna



Talk about shinin'



Here's four fingers



Kiss my f***n' diamonds



I keep climbin' but



These charts ain't sh*t



I'm a whinin, linin'



Rhymin' son of a b****



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







Repeat chorus







Kracker (x8)







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



F***in' up spots like bleach



Worst in my division



I got b****es 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 f*** Faygo b****



We pound cans of Stroh's



We run the mitten from



The river way up to the farms



That's why we got these f***in D's



Tattooed on our arms







Repeat chorus


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