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I > Insane Clown Posse > Chicken Huntin'Chicken Huntin' Lyrics By Insane Clown PosseWell 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 Insane Clown Posse - Chicken Huntin' Lyrics |