Chicken Huntin' Lyrics

Insane Clown Posse - Chicken Huntin' Lyrics

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Chicken Huntin' Lyrics

Well I'm headed down a southern trail I'm goin' chicken huntin'

Choppin' red neck chicken necks I ain't sayin' nothin'

To the hillbilly stick my barrel in his eye

Boom Sha kaboom Sha ka hair chunks in the sky

Why I neva' liked chicken pot pie

Or da' chopped chicken on rye

Tell Mr. Billybob I'm a cut his neck up

Slice, Poke, Chop Chop stab cut

What can you do with a drunken hillbilly?

Cut his fuckin' eyes out and feed it to his Aunt Nelly

Willie willie chicken neck chicken huntin' gotta lovin'

Hit em wit a twelve gauge bucket, chicken nuggets

Layed out all over da grass

Then his little hound dog will lead him up fast

Last as long as you can my man

Cuz when that chicken head hits the fan you got

Blood (Blood), Guts (Guts), Fingers and toes

Blood (Blood), Guts (Guts), Fingers and toes

Blood (Blood), Guts (Guts), Fingers and toes

Sittin' front row at da chicken show, so........

Who's goin chicken huntin'?  ( We's goin chicken huntin')

Who's goin chicken huntin'?  ( We's goin chicken huntin')

Who's goin chicken huntin'?  ( We's goin chicken huntin')

Cut a motha fuckin' chicken now,  Right

Let me get a chicken sandwich with manwich

Off in da word I'm a chicken neck

Choppin' up Hilly and Billy Bob Billy

Cuz I chop motha fuckin red necks silly

Peeked in ya yard tell me what did I see

I seen a chicken boy, fuckin a sheep I say

Mista Mista what the fuck you tryin ta do?

Ba da, ba, ba da, ba da boo

Barrels in your mouth, bullets to ya head

Da back of your neck's all over da shed

Boom Sha kaboom chop chop bang

I'm too dope and it ain't no thang

To cut a chicken, triggas clickin'

Blow off his head but his feet's still kickin'

Last as long as you can my man

Cuz when dat chicken head hits da fan you got

Blood (Blood), Guts (Guts), Fingers and toes

Blood (Blood), Guts (Guts), Fingers and toes

Blood (Blood), Guts (Guts), Fingers and toes

Sittin' front row at da chicken show, so..........

Who's goin chicken huntin'?  (We's goin chicken huntin')

Who's goin chicken huntin'?  (We's goin chicken huntin')

Who's goin chicken huntin'?  (We's goin chicken huntin')

Cut a motha fuckin' chicken now, Right

Ahhhh,  went ta Kentucky, I got lucky

Met this dog callin' bitch named Bucky

Ridin' on a chicken, Milk in a sow

Hittin' switches in a drop top, low ride tractor (wow)

Red neck fella', moonshine sella'

Hang him by his neck bone, chicken bones locked in the sella'

Yella', ready chicken plucka', ya red neck fucka'

Who's goin chicken huntin'?  (We's goin chicken huntin')

Who's goin chicken huntin'?  (We's goin chicken huntin')

Who's goin chicken huntin'?  (We's goin chicken huntin')

Cut a motha fuckin' chicken now, Right

Bitch (Bitch) (Bitch)

Yeah (Yeah) (Yeah)

Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha  ( Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha)

Uh Uh Uh Uh Uh