17.Heaven (Featuring Kid Rock)
作詞：William M Maddox, David Leslie Moore, Bob Ritchie, Matt
Shaffer
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 Hell or Salt Lake City
It would be about same to me
It would be about same to me
Detroit city from Aretha to Aliyah
To Bob Segar to Joe Louis n' his arena and now me
Paradigm the mic of overachievers
Smokin' sewer caps, bottom feeders and parkin' 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 or 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 pickin' all your teeth up from the fuckin' pavement
Is that Kracker with a C no Kracker with a K
Kracker mother fucker 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 just 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 same to me
It would be about same to me
My name is, my name is, I'm goin' platinum
Back in the mother fuckin' saddle
Wanna battle Kid Rock bitch
You're up shit's creek without a paddle
I'm know tattle because I do not snitch
I lick clits n' drop cock n' twats that spit
I spit like hicks and make hits 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 lips, shit
Motherfuckers wanna talk about shinin'
Here's four fingers kiss my fuckin' diamonds
I keep climbin' 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, yeah
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 Hell or Salt Lake City
It would be about same to me
It would be about same to me
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 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 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 n' 44's, scoops n' blow and fuck 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 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 Hell or Salt Lake City
It would be about same to me
It would be about same to me
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