Lyric Chicken Huntin (Slaughterhouse mix)
Well I m headed down the 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-shaka, boom-shaka,
Hair chunks 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 a drunken hillbilly?"
Cut his fuckin eyes out, and feed em to his Aunt Nilly.
Willie, Willie Chicken neck. Chicken huntin gotta love it.
Hit him with the 12 gauge bucket, Chicken nuggets.
Layed out all over the grass. Bet his little hound dog ll eat em up
fast.
(Pre-Chorus):
Last as long as you can, my man,
Cuz when that chicken head hits the fan you got:
Blood, Guts, Fingers and Toes. (w/ echoes)
Blood, Guts, Fingers and Toes. (w/ echoes)
Blood, Guts, Fingers and Toes. (w/ echoes)
Sittin front row at the chicken show, so...
(End prechorus)
(Chorus):
"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 now, "
"Right!"
(Chorus)
Lemme get a chicken sandwich, with manwich, ah,
Feel the red on a Chicken neck.
Choppin up hella yeah, Billy bob Billy
Cuz I chop motherfuckin red necks silly.
Peeped in your yard tell me what did I see?
I seen a chicken boy, fuckin this sheep. I said,
"Mister, mister, What the fuck you tryin to do?"
Badau-bad-a-badau-badau-bau
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 2 Dope, and it ain t no thing
To cut a chicken, triggers clickin
Blow off his head but his feet still kickin
(Pre-Chorus)
(Chorus)
Went to Kentucky, I got lucky,
Met this hogcallin bitch named Blocky.
Ridin on a chicken, milkin a sow.
Hittin switches in a drop-top, low-ride tractor. Wow.
Red neck fella, moon-shine sella,
Hangin by his neck bone. Chicken bone s locked in the cella ,
Yella bellied chicken plucka . You red neck fucka!
(Chorus)
Rich bitch!
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Ha ha ha ha ha!
UH! (echo)
Choppin red neck chicken necks I ain t sayin nothin
To the hillbilly, stick my barrel in his eye, boom-shaka, boom-shaka,
Hair chunks 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 a drunken hillbilly?"
Cut his fuckin eyes out, and feed em to his Aunt Nilly.
Willie, Willie Chicken neck. Chicken huntin gotta love it.
Hit him with the 12 gauge bucket, Chicken nuggets.
Layed out all over the grass. Bet his little hound dog ll eat em up
fast.
(Pre-Chorus):
Last as long as you can, my man,
Cuz when that chicken head hits the fan you got:
Blood, Guts, Fingers and Toes. (w/ echoes)
Blood, Guts, Fingers and Toes. (w/ echoes)
Blood, Guts, Fingers and Toes. (w/ echoes)
Sittin front row at the chicken show, so...
(End prechorus)
(Chorus):
"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 now, "
"Right!"
(Chorus)
Lemme get a chicken sandwich, with manwich, ah,
Feel the red on a Chicken neck.
Choppin up hella yeah, Billy bob Billy
Cuz I chop motherfuckin red necks silly.
Peeped in your yard tell me what did I see?
I seen a chicken boy, fuckin this sheep. I said,
"Mister, mister, What the fuck you tryin to do?"
Badau-bad-a-badau-badau-bau
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 2 Dope, and it ain t no thing
To cut a chicken, triggers clickin
Blow off his head but his feet still kickin
(Pre-Chorus)
(Chorus)
Went to Kentucky, I got lucky,
Met this hogcallin bitch named Blocky.
Ridin on a chicken, milkin a sow.
Hittin switches in a drop-top, low-ride tractor. Wow.
Red neck fella, moon-shine sella,
Hangin by his neck bone. Chicken bone s locked in the cella ,
Yella bellied chicken plucka . You red neck fucka!
(Chorus)
Rich bitch!
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Ha ha ha ha ha!
UH! (echo)
