Chicken Huntin' - Slaughter House Mix

Well, I'm headed down a southern trail
I'm going chicken huntin'
Choppin' redneck chicken necks, I ain't sayin' nothin'
To the hillbilly, stick my barrel in his eye
Boom shaka, boom shaka, hair trumps in the sky
Why I never liked chicken pot pie?
Was the chopped chicken not right?
Tell Mr. Billy Bob I'ma cut his neck
Cut, slice, poke, chop, chop, stab, cut

What can you do with a drunken hillbilly?
Cut his fuckin' eyes off and feed him to his aunt Nellie
Willie, Willie, chicken neck, chicken huntin', gotta love it
Hit him with a 12-gauge bucket, chicken nuggets
Laid out all over the grass
Then this little hound dog will eat him up fast
Last as long as you can, my man
'Cause 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
Sit front row at the 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 motherfuckin' chicken down! (Right)

Let me get a chicken sandwich
Look, man, we're choppin' a wreck on the chicken neck
Choppin' up Hilly and Billy Bob Billy
'Cause I chop motherfuckin' redneck, silly
Pig in the yard, tell me, what did I say?
I've seen a chicken, boy, fuckin' a sheep
I say, "Mister, mister, what the fuck you tryna do?"

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 too dope, and it ain't nothing
Two-cutty chicken, triggers clickin'
Blow up his head, but his feet still kickin'
Last as long as you can, my man
'Cause 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 with the 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 motherfuckin' chicken down! (Right)

Now into Kentucky, I got lucky
Met this hot-calling bitch named Bucky
Ridin' on a chicken, milkin' a sow
Hittin' switches in a drop-top, low-ride tractor (wow)
Redneck fella, moonshot seller
Hangin' by his neck bone, chicken bones locked in a cellar
Yellow-bellied chicken plucker
You redneck fucker

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 motherfuckin' chicken down! (Right)

Bitch (bitch, bitch)
Yeah (yeah, yeah)
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Uh! Uh! Uh!



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Writer(s): David Greenberg, Mike E. Clark, Joseph Bruce, Marc Niles
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