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Insane Clown Posse - Chicken Huntin` (Slaughterhouse mix)

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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 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.
Layed out all over the grass. Bet his little hound dog`ll eat `em up
fast.
(Pre-Chorus):
Last as long as you can, my man,
Cuz when that chicken head hits the fan you got:
Blood, Guts, Fingers and Toes. (w/ echoes)
Blood, Guts, Fingers and Toes. (w/ echoes)
Blood, Guts, Fingers and Toes. (w/ echoes)
Sittin` front row at the chicken show, so...
(End prechorus)
(Chorus):
"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 now, "
"Right!"
(Chorus)
Lemme get a chicken sandwich, with manwich, ah,
Feel the red on a Chicken neck.
Choppin up hella yeah, Billy bob Billy
Cuz I chop motherfuckin` red necks silly.
Peeped in your yard tell me what did I see?
I seen a 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 of 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`
(Pre-Chorus)
(Chorus)
Went to Kentucky, I got lucky,
Met this hogcallin` bitch named Blocky.
Ridin` on a chicken, milkin` a sow.
Hittin` switches in a drop-top, low-ride tractor. Wow.
Red neck fella, moon-shine sella,
Hangin` by his neck bone. Chicken bone`s locked in the cella`,
Yella` bellied chicken plucka`. You red neck fucka!
(Chorus)
Rich bitch!
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Ha ha ha ha ha!
UH! (echo)

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