'Cause if it's real you'll feel it, so check for the name

Cats that get drunk and like to spark up skull
I'm a whinini', linin' rhymin' son of a bitch
Bitch your up shits creek without a paddle
Or look for the dog with the fade in the chain, yeah
Worst in my division I got bitches on file
If Heaven ain't a lot like Detroit, I don't wanna go
Paradise the mic of over achievers
And I'm the only MC that'll never die
If Heaven ain't a lot like Detroit, I'd just a soon stay home
I'm no tattle 'cause I do not snitch
Just send me to Hell or Salt Lake city
You'll get found face down with your pockets hangin' out
Whores and 4 4's n' scoops n' blow and fuck fay go bitch
It would be about the same to me
In the mad brew and tattoos
Kracker motherfucker all goddamn day
We can take you for a ride, or take you for your shirt
Detroit city from the Aretha to Aliyah
I keep climbin' but these charts ain't shit
N' his arena an now on me
That's why we got these fuckin' D's tattooed on our arms
I lick slits n' drop cock n' twas that spit

You could take gratiot south but that's a real rough route
If they ain't got no 8 mile like they do up in the D
I got style but it doesn't show
Kracker, Kracker, Kracker, Kracker

Just send me to Hell or Salt Lake city

Just send me to Hell or Salt Lake city
And you can see me do it, do it down in New Orleans
Kracker's the name double X in size
To Bob Segar to Joe Louis
My name is Cowboy
We run the mitten from the river way up to the farms
See I'll never be touched because I'm out of reach
It would be about the same to me
It would be about the same to me

And I reside on the side where the sun rise
So think twice before you pass through
I'm the son of a shotguns unsung cry
And parking meters a bunch of bad dudes
Is that Kracker with a C? No Kracker with a K
Just send me to Hell or Salt Lake city
I spit like hick's n' mix hits for flam
Cats that keep sawed offs chillin' up in the trunk
Got a bullet head dick with a 30 odd 6
And that's what you call droppin' bombs
If Heaven ain't a lot like Detroit, I don't wanna go
Here's four fingers kiss my fuckn' diamonds
Or get clapped through wack crews get hurt
My name is Cowboy
We pound cans of Stroh's
If Heaven ain't a lot like Detroit, I'd just a soon stay home

And from a thousand yards I'll hit ya right in the lips, shit
Motherfuckers wanna talk about shining
If they ain't got no 8 mile like they do up in the D
If Heaven ain't a lot like Detroit, I don't wanna go
Cats that bust beer bottles over baseball caps
From the Mississippi river on back to Belle Isle
You'll be picking all your teeth up off the fucking pavement
Smokin' sewer cops bottom feeders
I'm, I'm, I'm goin' platinum
Call me Kracker just be fuckin' up spots like bleach

If they ain't got no 8 mile like they do up in the D
It would be about the same to me
Back in the motherfuckin' saddle wanna battle Kid Rock

It would be about the same to me
I got more love for Detroit than you'll ever know

It would be about the same to me
I know cats that sling crack and cats that scrap
If they ain't got no 8 mile like they do up in the D
If Heaven ain't a lot like Detroit, I'd just a soon stay home

Kracker, Kracker, Kracker, Kracker
It would be about the same to me
I did it in the Bronx, I did it in Queens
It would be about the same to me
Fat backs and greens I'm a scene of amazement