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Chicken Huntin' Lyrics

Chicken Huntin' by Icp  

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Chicken Huntin' Well, im headed down a southren trail
I'm going ckicken huntin'
Chopping red neck chicken necks I aint saying nothin'
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
So tell mr. Billy Bob im a cut hios neck up
Slice, poke, chop chop, stab, cut
What can you do with a drunken hillbilly
Cut his f**king eyes out and feed him to his aunt Milly
Willy Willy chicken neck, chicken hintin' gotta love it
Hit him with a 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 mother f**king chicken up right!
Let me get a chicken sandwich with manwich
Im fixing ta wreck on a chicken neck
Chopping up Hilly and Billy Bob Billy
Cause i chop a mother f**king redneck Silly
Peeked in his yard and what did i see
I seen a chicken boy f**king a sheep
I say "mister mister, what the f**k you trying to do"
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Barrels in your mouth, bullets to your head
The back of your necks all over the shed
Boomshacka boom chop chop bang
I'm 2 dope and it aint no thang
To cut a chicken, trigger's clickin'
Blow off his head but his feet still kickin'
Last as long as yopu can my man
Cause when the chicken head hits the fan you got
Blood, guts, fingers, and toes
Blood, guts, fingers, and toes
Blood, guts, fingers, and teos
Sitting front row at a 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 mother f**king chicken up right!
Went to kentucky, I got lucky
Met this hot-collared b**ch 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 neckbones, chicken bones
Locked in the cellar, yellow belly chicken plucker
You redneck f**ker!
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 mother f**king chicken up right!



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