| 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 fucking 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 grass
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 (1x)]
Who's going chicken huntin
We's goin' chicken huntin'
[3x]
Cut a motherfucking 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 motherfucking redneck silly
Peeked in his yard and what did I see
I
seen a chicken boy fucking a sheep
I say "Mister Mister, what the fuck you trying to
do"
??"Ah, Billy 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 sh |
