Insane Clown Posse - Chicken Huntin' (Slaughterhouse No Blood Radio mix) lyrics

[Violent J] 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? So tell Mr. Billy Bob I'm a cut his neck up Slice, poke, chop chop, stab, cut What can you do with the drunken hillbilly Cut his f**ing eyes out and feed em 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 gra** 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 (3x) Sittin front row at the chicken show so... [Chorus] Who's going chicken huntin, we's goin' chicken huntin' (3x) Cut a motherf**ing chicken up, right! [Shaggy 2 Dope] 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 motherf**ing redneck silly Peeked in his yard and what did I see I seen a chicken boy f**ing a sheep I say "Mister Mister, what the f** you trying to do" Ah, Billy Billy Boo Barrels in your mouth, bullets to your head The back of your neck's all over the shed Boomshacka 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 (3x) Sittin front row at the chicken show so... [Chorus (3x)] [Violent J] Went to Kentucky, I got lucky Met this hot-collared b**h named Bucky Riding on a chicken, milking a cow Hittin switches in a drop top low ride tractor plow [Shaggy 2 Dope] Redneck fella, moonshine sella Hang him by his neckbones, chicken bones Locked in the cellar, yellow belly chicken plucker You redneck f**er! [Chorus (3x)]