Karaoké Chicken Huntin' (SlaughterHouse mix) Insane Clown Posse

Well I'm headed down a southern trail

I'm goin' chicken huntin'

Choppin' redneck chicken necks

I ain't sayin' nothin'

To the hillbilly

Stick my barrel in his eye

Boomshacka boomshacka

Hair chunks in the sky

Why

I never liked chicken pot pie or the chopped chicken on rye

Tell Mister Billy Bob

Imma cut his neck up

Slice, poke

Chop chop, stab, cut

What can you do with the drunken hillbilly

Cut his fuckin' eyes out and feed 'em to his Aunt Nilly

Willy Willy chicken neck

Chicken huntin' gotta love it

Hit him with the twelve gauge bucket

Chicken nuggets

Laid out all over the grass

Then his little hound dog will eat 'em up fast

Last as long as you can my man 'cos when that chicken head hits the fan you got

Blood, guts

Fingers and toes

Blood, guts

Fingers and toes

Blood, guts

Fingers and toes

Sittin' front row at the 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 motherfuckin' chicken up

Right

Let me get a chicken sandwich with Manwich

I'm finna wreck on a chicken neck

Choppin' up

Hilly and Billy Bob Billy 'cos I chop motherfuckin' rednecks silly

Peeped in your yard

Tell me what did I see

I seen a chicken boy fuckin' a sheep

I say Mister Mister what the fuck you tryin' to do

Bah dee ya bah bah dah

Bah dah boom

Barrels in your mouth

Bullets to your head

The back of your neck's all over the shed

Boomshacka boom

Chop chop bang

I'm 2 Dope and it ain't no thang

To cut a chicken

Trigger's clickin'

Blow off his head but his feet still kickin'

Last as long as you can my man 'cos when that chicken head hits the fan you got

Blood, guts

Fingers and toes

Blood, guts

Fingers and toes

Blood, guts

Fingers and toes

Sittin' front row at the 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 motherfuckin' chicken up

Right

I went to Kentucky

I got lucky

Met this hog-callin' bitch named Bucky

Ridin' on a chicken

Milkin' a sow

Hittin' switches in a drop top low ride tractor plow

Redneck fella

Moonshine seller

Hang him by his neck bone

Chicken bones locked in the cellar

Yellow belly chicken plucker

You redneck fucker

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 motherfuckin' chicken up

Right

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Bitch

Yeah yeah

Ha ha ha ha ha

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