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Uncle Kracker
Heaven
If heaven aint a lot like Detroit I dont wanna go If heaven aint a lot like Detroit Id just a soon stay home If they aint got no 8 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 Seger to Joe Louis n his arena an now me Paradime the mice of over achievers 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 thru 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, do it down in New Orleans Fat backs n greens Im a scene of amazement Youll be picking all your teeth up off the fucking pavement Is that Kracker with a C? Naw 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
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Back in the mother fuckin saddle Wanna battle Kid Rock bitch your up shits creek with out a paddle Im no tattle cause I do not snitch I lick clits n drop cock n twats that spit I spit like hicks n mix hits for Flom And thats what you call droppin bombs Got a bullet head dick with a 30 odd 6 And from a thousand yards Ill hit ya right in the lips...shit Motherfuckers wanna talk about shinin Heres four fingers, kiss my fuckin diamonds I keep climbin but these charts aint shit Im a whinin, linin, rhymin son of a bitch Im the son of a 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...yeah!
(Chorus)
Krackers the name double X in size An I reside on the side where the sun rise See Ill never be touched cuz Im outta reach Call me Kracker just be fuckin up spots like bleach Worst in my division, I got bitches on file From the Mississippi River on back to Belle Isle I got style but it doesnt show I got more love for Detroit than youll ever know 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 They keep sawed offs chillin up in their trunks Whores an 44s, scoops n blow an fuck Faygo bitch We poud cans of Strohs We run the mitten from the river way up to the farms Thats why we got these fuckin Ds tattooed on our arms
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