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Insane Clown Posse

Genres: Hip-Hop

Chicken Hunting Lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

Well, I'm headed down the 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-shaka, boom-shaka hair chunks in the sky 

 

Why I, never liked chicken pot pie 

Or the chopped chicken on rye? 

Tell Mr. Billy Bob, 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 'em to his aunt Nilly 

Willie, willie chicken neck, chicken huntin' gotta love it 

Hit him with the 12 gauge bucket, chicken nuggets 

 

laid out all over the grass 

Bet his little hound dog'll eat 'em up fast 

Last as long as you can, my man 

'cause 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 

 

Lemme get a chicken sandwich, with manwich, ah 

Feel the red on a chicken neck 

Choppin' up hella yeah, Billy Bob Billy 

'cause I chop motherfuckin' red necks silly 

 

Peeped in your yard tell me what did I see? 

I seen the chicken boy, fuckin' this sheep, I said 

"Mister, Mister, what the fuck you tryin' to do?" 

Badau-bad-a-badau-badau-bau 

 

Barrels in your mouth, bullets to your head 

The back to your neck's all over the shed 

Boom-shaka-boom, chop, chop, bang 

I'm 2 dope, and it ain't no thing 

 

To cut a chicken, triggers clickin' 

Blow off his head but his feet still kickin' 

Last as long as you can, my man 

'cause 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 

 

Rich bitch 

Yeah, yeah, yeah 

Ha ha ha ha ha 

Uh 

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