Chicken Huntin' (Slaughter House Mix)

Well, I'm headed down a southern trail, I'm goin' chicken huntin'

Choppin' redneck chicken necks, I ain't sayin' nothing

To the hillbilly, stuck my barrel in his eye

Boom-shaka boom-shaka, hair jumps in the sky

Why I never liked chicken pot pie?

Or the chopped chicken on rye?

So tell Mr. Billy Bob I'ma cut his neck up

Slice, poke, chop, chop, stab, cut

What can you do with the drunken hillbilly?

Cut his fuckin' eyes out and feed 'em to his Aunt Milly

Willy-Willy chicken neck, chicken huntin', 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

'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

Sittin' 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 up (Right)

Lemme get a chicken sandwich with Manwich

I'm finna wreck on a chicken neck

Choppin' up Hilly and Billy Bob Billy

'Cause I chop motherfuckin' rednecks, silly

Peeked in your yard, tell me, what did I see?

I seen a chicken boy fuckin' a sheep

I say, "Mister, Mister, what the fuck you tryna do?"

Bah-dam, bam, bah-dam, bah-dam, bam

Barrel's 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, trigger's clickin'

Blow off 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, 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'!)

Who's goin' chicken huntin'? (We's goin' chicken huntin'!)

Who's goin' chicken huntin'? (We's goin' chicken huntin'!)

Cut a motherfuckin' chicken up (Right)

I went to Kentucky, I got lucky

Met this hot-collared bitch named Bucky

Ridin' on a chicken, milkin' a sow

Hittin' switches in a drop-top, lowride tractor plow

Redneck fella, moonshine sella

Hang him by his neckbone

Chicken bones locked in the cellar

Yellow-belly 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 up (Right)

(Bitch!)

(Yeah!)

(Uh!)