| Lyrics: | 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 up, "
"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
Bar |
