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 f*ckin' 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 motherf*ckin' 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 motherf*ckin' red necks silly
Peeped in your yard tell me what did I see?
I seen the chicken boy, f*ckin' this sheep, I said
"Mister, Mister, what the f*ck 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 motherf*ckin' chicken up
Right
Rich bitch
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ha ha ha ha ha
Uh
Chicken Huntin' (Slaughterhouse Mix) Video (MV)
Performed By: Insane Clown Posse
Length: 3:46
Written by: JOSEPH BRUCE, JOSEPH JR MODELISTE, ARTHUR LANON NEVILLE, LEO NOCENTELLI, GEORGE JOSEPH JR PORTER
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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 f*ckin' 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 motherf*ckin' 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 motherf*ckin' red necks silly
Peeped in your yard tell me what did I see?
I seen the chicken boy, f*ckin' this sheep, I said
"Mister, Mister, what the f*ck 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 motherf*ckin' chicken up
Right
Rich bitch
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ha ha ha ha ha
Uh
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 f*ckin' 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 motherf*ckin' 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 motherf*ckin' red necks silly
Peeped in your yard tell me what did I see?
I seen the chicken boy, f*ckin' this sheep, I said
"Mister, Mister, what the f*ck 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 motherf*ckin' chicken up
Right
Rich bitch
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ha ha ha ha ha
Uh
Writer: JOSEPH BRUCE, JOSEPH JR MODELISTE, ARTHUR LANON NEVILLE, LEO NOCENTELLI, GEORGE JOSEPH JR PORTER
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group