Insane Clown Posse Chicken Huntin' (Slaughter House Mix) lyrics

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
Boomshacka boomshacka hair jumps 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 the drunken Hill Billy
Cut his fucking eyes out and feed e'm 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 '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 going chicken huntin'
We's goin' chicken huntin'
Who's going chicken huntin'
We's goin' chicken huntin'
Who's going chicken huntin'
We's goin' 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
'Cuz I chop motherfucking redneck 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"
Billy Billy Billy Boo


Barrels in your mouth, bullets to 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 clickin'
Blow off his head but his feet still kickin'
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 going chicken huntin'
We's goin' chicken huntin'
Who's going chicken huntin'
We's goin' chicken huntin'
Who's going chicken huntin'
We's goin' chicken huntin'
Cut a motherfucking chicken up, right

Yeah went to Kentucky, I got lucky
Met this hot-collared bitch named Bucky
Riding on a chicken, milking a cow
Hittin' switches in a drop top low ride tractor plow

Redneck fella, moonshine sella
Hang him by his neck bones, chicken bones
Locked in the cellar, yellow belly chicken plucker
You redneck fucker

Who's going chicken huntin'
We's goin' chicken huntin'
Who's going chicken huntin'
We's goin' chicken huntin'
Who's going chicken huntin'
We's goin' chicken huntin'
Cut a motherfucking chicken up, right