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uncle cracker - heaven (featuring kid rock) lyrics

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if heaven ain’t a lot like detroit, i don’t wanna go
if heaven ain’t a lot like detroit, i just a soon stay home
if they ain’t got no eight mile, like they do up in the d
just send me to h-ll 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 p-ss through
or get clapped through whack crews get hurt
we can take you for a ride, we take you for your 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, i’m the scene of amazement
you’ll be picking all your teeth up from the f-ckin’ pavement

is that kracker with a c, no kracker with a k
kracker motherf-cker all godd-mn 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 wanna go
if heaven ain’t a lot like detroit, i just a soon stay home
if they ain’t got no eight mile, like they do up in the d
just send me to h-ll 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, i-i-i’m going platinum
back up in the motherf-ckin’ saddle
you wanna battle kid rock b-tch
your up sh-t’s creek without a paddle

i’m no tattle because i do not snitch
i lick cl-ts n’ drop c-ck n’ tw-ts that spit
i spit like hicks and make hits for flom
and that’s what you call droppin’ bombs

got a bullet head d-ck with a thirty aught six
and from a thousand yards, i’ll hit ya right in the lips, sh-t
motherf-cker’s wanna talk about shining
here’s four fingers kiss my f-ckin’ diamonds

i keep climbing, but these charts ain’t sh-t
i’m a whinin’, linin’, rhymin’, son of a b-tch
i’m the son of 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

if heaven ain’t a lot like detroit, i don’t wanna go
if heaven ain’t a lot like detroit, i just as soon stay home
if they ain’t got no eight mile, like they do up in the d
just send me to h-ll or salt lake city
it would be about the same to me
it would be about the same to me

kracker’s, kracker’s, kracker’s, kracker’s
kracker’s, kracker’s, kracker’s, kracker’s

kracker’s the name double x in size
and i reside on the side were the sun rise
see i’ll never be touched because i’m outta reach
call me kracker just be f-ckin’ up spots like bleach

worst in my division i got b-tches on the file
from the mississippi river on back to belle isle
i got style, but it doesn’t show
i got more love for detroit then you’ll ever know

i know cats that sling crack and cats that scr-p
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

wh-r-s an 4 4’s, scoops n’ blow faygo b-tch
we pound cans of stroh’s
we run the mitten from the river way up to the farms
that’s why we get these f-ckin’ d’s tattooed on our arms

if heaven ain’t a lot like detroit, i don’t wanna go
if heaven ain’t a lot like detroit, i just as soon stay home
if they ain’t got no eight mile, like they do up in the d
just send me to h-ll or salt lake city
it would be about the same to me
it would be about the same to me

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