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 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 the Aretha to Aliyah   To Bob Segar to Joe Louis   N' his arena an now on me   Paradise the mic of over achievers   Smokin' sewer cops 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 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 and greens I'm a scene of amazement   You'll be picking all your teeth up off the fucking pavement   Is that Kracker with a C? No Kracker with a K   Kracker motherfucker 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      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 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 Cowboy   My name is Cowboy   I'm, I'm, I'm goin' platinum      Back in the motherfuckin' saddle wanna battle Kid Rock   Bitch your up shits creek without a paddle   I'm no tattle 'cause I do not snitch   I lick slits n' drop cock n' twas that spit   I spit like hick's n' mix hits for flam   And that's what you call droppin' bombs      Got a bullet head dick with a 30 odd 6   And from a thousand yards I'll hit ya right in the lips, shit   Motherfuckers wanna talk about shining   Here's four fingers kiss my fuckn' diamonds   I keep climbin' but these charts ain't shit   I'm a whinini', linin' rhymin' son of a bitch   I'm the son 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      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 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, Kracker, Kracker, Kracker   Kracker, Kracker, Kracker, Kracker      Kracker's the name double X in size   And I reside on the side where the sun rise   See I'll never be touched because I'm out of 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 doesn't show   I got more love for Detroit than 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 that keep sawed offs chillin' up in the trunk   Whores and 4 4's n' scoops n' blow and fuck fay go bitch   We pound cans of Stroh's   We run the mitten from the river way up to the farms   That's why we got these fuckin' 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'd just a soon stay home   If they ain't 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