Chicken Huntin` Lyrics

Chicken Huntin` lyrics

Well, I'm headin' down a southern trail

I'm goin' chicken huntin'

Choppin' redneck chicken necks, I ain't sayin' nothin'

To the hillbilly, stick 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?

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 fuckin' eyes out, feed him 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 him up fast

Last as long as you can, my man

'Coz when that chicken head hits the fan



You got blood, guts, fingers an' toes

Blood, guts, fingers an' toes

Blood, guts, fingers an' 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



Let me get a chicken sandwich with manwich

I'm finna wreck on a chicken neck

Choppin' up Hilly an' Billy Bob Billy

'Coz I chop motherfuckin' redneck silly



Peeked in the yard an' what did I see

I seen a chicken boy fuckin' a sheep

I say, "Mister Mister, what the fuck you tryin' to do?"

[Incomprehensible]



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 an' 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

'Coz when that chicken head hits the fan



You got blood, guts, fingers an' toes

Blood, guts, fingers an' toes

Blood, guts, fingers an' 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 cow

Hittin' switches in a drop top low ride tractor plow



Redneck fella, moonshine sella

Hang him by his neck bones, 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