Uncle Kracker, Paradime, Kid Rock - Heaven lyrics

If Heaven ain't alot like Detroit

I don't wanna go

If Heaven ain't alot 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 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

Smoking 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

I'm the scene of amazement

You'll 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 that's a real rough route
You'll get found face down with
Your pockets hangin out

If Heaven ain't alot like Detroit
I don't wanna go

If Heaven ain't alot 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 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

I'm going platinum

Back up in the mother fuckin saddle

You wanna battle Kid Rock bitch

Your up shit's creek without a paddle

I'm no tattle because I do not snitch

I lick clit's n' drop cock n' twats that spit

I spit like hicks and make hit's for flom

And that's what you call droppin bombs

Got a bullet head dick with
A thirty aught six
And from a thousand yards I'll hit
Ya right in the lipsshit

Motherfucker's wanna talk about shining

Here's four fingers kiss my fuckin diamonds

I keep climbing, but these charts ain't shit

I'm a whinin, linin, rhymin, son of a bitch

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

Yeeeeeeeaaa-a ahhhh

If Heaven ain't alot like Detroit

I don't wanna go

If Heaven ain't alot 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 Hell or Salt Lake City

It would be about the same to me

It would be about the same to me

Kracker's the name double X in size

And I resid on the side were the sun rise

See I'll never be touched
Because I'm 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 dosn't show

I got more love for Detroit
Then you'll 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 44's, scoops n' blow Faygo bitch

We pound cans of Stroh's

We run the mitten from the river
Way up to the farms

That's why we get these fuckin
D's tattooed on our arms

If Heaven ain't alot like Detroit

I don't wanna go

If Heaven ain't alot 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 Hell or Salt Lake City

It would be about the same to me

It would be about the same to me