Chicken Huntin' (slaughterhouse Mix) Lyrics
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
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