Chicken Huntin'
Well, 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-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 a 12 gauge bucket, Chicken nuggets.
Layed out all over the grass.
Bet his little hound dog'll eat 'em up fast
Last as long as you can, my man,
Cuz 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'.
Cut a motherfuckin' chicken now,
Right!
Lemme get a chicken sandwich, with manwich,
I Feel the red on a Chicken neck.
Choppin up Hilly and 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 say, "Mister, mister, What the fuck you tryin' to do?"
Badau-bad-a-bada-bada-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 thang
To cut a chicken, triggers clickin'
Blow off his head but his feet still kickin'
Went to Kentucky, I got lucky,
Met this hog callin' bitch named Blocky.
Ridin' on a chicken, milkin' a sow.
Hittin' switches in a drop-top, low-ride tractor plow.
Red neck fella, moon-shine sella,
Hangin' by his neck bone. Chicken bone's locked in the cella',
Yella' bellied chicken plucka'. Ya red neck fucka!
Rich bitch!
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Ha ha ha ha ha!
UH!