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 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
More Chicken Huntin'
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