Heaven Lyrics - Kid Rock

Uncle Kracker F/ Kid Rock, Paradime 

Miscellaneous 

Heaven 

If Heaven ain't alot like Detroit 

I don't wanna go 

If Heaven ain't alot 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 Hell or Salt Lake City 

It would be about the same to me 

It would be about the same to me 

*Paradime 

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 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 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 

*Kid Rock 

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 clits 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 lips... shit 

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 

If Heaven ain't alot like Detroit 

I don't wanna go 

If Heaven ain't alot 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 Hell or Salt Lake City 

It would be about the same to me 

It would be about the same to me 

*Kracker 

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 as 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 

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