Chicken Huntin'

Well, I'm headin' 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 jumps 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 the drunken hillbilly? Cut his f**kin' eyes out, feed him to his Aunt Milly Willy, Willy, chicken neck, chicken huntin', gotta love it Hit him with the twelve gauge bucket, chicken nuggets Laid out all over the gra*s Then his little hound dog will eat him up fast Last as long as you can, my man 'Coz when that chicken head hits the fan You got blood, guts, fingers an' toes Blood, guts, fingers an' toes Blood, guts, fingers an' 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 motherf**kin' chicken up, right Let me get a chicken sandwich with manwich I'm finna wreck on a chicken neck Choppin' up Hilly an' Billy Bob Billy 'Coz I chop motherf**kin' redneck silly Peeked in the yard an' what did I see I seen a chicken boy f**kin' a sheep I say, "Mister Mister, what the f**k you tryin' to do?" [Incomprehensible] 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 an' 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 'Coz when that chicken head hits the fan You got blood, guts, fingers an' toes Blood, guts, fingers an' toes Blood, guts, fingers an' 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 motherf**kin' chicken up, right I went to Kentucky, I got lucky Met this hot collared bitch named Bucky Ridin' on a chicken, milkin' a cow Hittin' switches in a drop top low ride tractor plow Redneck fella, moonshine sella Hang him by his neck bones, chicken bones Locked in the cellar, yellow belly chicken plucker You redneck f**ker 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 motherf**kin' chicken up, right Bitch, yeah