MP3: Insane Clown Posse-Chicken Huntin' - Slaughterhouse Mix
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Where's that motherfucker at man? Damn, been about 10 days man Hey, hey man, over here man Yeah, what can I do for you, boy? Yeah man, uh, lemme get one of those chicken necks What?
Chicken neck, man, a red ass chicken neck A red what? Neck chicken, what? Red ass chicken neck like your's man Like mine? Yeah, bitch
Well, I'm heading down a southern trail I'm going chicken huntin' Chopping redneck chicken necks, I ain't saying nothing To the hillbilly stuck my barrel in his eye
Boom shacka boom shacka hair jumps in the sky Why I never liked chicken pot pie? Or the chopped chicken on rye? So, 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 fucking eyes out and feed them to his Aunt Milly Willy Willy chicken neck, chicken hunting gotta love it
Hit him with the twelve gauge bucket, chicken nuggets Laid out all over the grass Then his little hound dog will eat them 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 Sitting front row at the chicken show so
Who's going chicken huntin'? We's going chicken huntin' Who's going chicken huntin'? We's going chicken huntin' Who's going chicken huntin'? We's going chicken huntin' Cut a motherfucking chicken up, right
Who's going chicken huntin'? We's going chicken huntin' Who's going chicken huntin'? We's going chicken huntin' Who's going chicken huntin'? We's going chicken huntin' Cut a motherfucking chicken up, right
Let me get a chicken sandwich with Manwich I'm finna wreck on a chicken neck Chopping up Hilly and Billy Bob Billy 'Cause I chop motherfucking rednecks silly
Peeked in his yard tell me what did I see I seen a chicken boy fucking a sheep I say, "Mister mister, what the fuck you trying to do?" Ah, bibbity bobbity boo
Barrels in your mouth, bullets in your head The back of your neck's all over the shed Boom shacka boom chop chop bang I'm 2 Dope and it ain't no thang
To cut a chicken, trigger's clicking Blow off his head but his feet still kicking Last as long as you can my man 'Cause when that chicken head hits the fan there's
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 going chicken huntin'? We's going chicken huntin' Who's going chicken huntin'? We's going chicken huntin' Who's going chicken huntin'? We's going chicken huntin' Cut a motherfucking chicken up, right
Who's going chicken huntin'? We's going chicken huntin' Who's going chicken huntin'? We's going chicken huntin' Who's going chicken huntin'? We's going chicken huntin' Cut a motherfucking chicken up, right
Went to Kentucky, I got lucky Met this hog callin' bitch named Bucky Riding on a chicken, milking a sow Hittin' switches in a drop top low ride tractor plow
Redneck fella, moonshine sella Hang him by his neck bone, chicken bones Locked in the cellar, yellow belly chicken plucker You redneck fucker
Who's going chicken huntin'? We's going chicken huntin' Who's going chicken huntin'? We's going chicken huntin' Who's going chicken huntin'? We's going chicken huntin' Cut a motherfucking chicken up, right
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