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THE LYRIC OF CHICKEN HUNTIN SLAUGHTERHOUSE MIX , INSANE CLOWN POSSE'S SONG

 

 

The lyric of Chicken Huntin Slaughterhouse Mix, Insane Clown Posse's song

Well I m headed down the southern trailI m goin Chicken huntin .
Choppin red neck chicken necks I ain t sayin nothin
To the hillbillystick my barrel in his eyeboom-shakaboom-shaka
Hair chunks in the sky.
Why? Inever liked chicken pot pie or the chopped chicken on rye.
Tell Mr. Billy Bob I m a cut his neck up
Slicepokechop-chopstabcut.
"What can you do with a drunken hillbilly?"
Cut his fuckin eyes outand feed em to his Aunt Nilly.
WillieWillie Chicken neck. Chicken huntin gotta love it.
Hit him with the 12 gauge bucketChicken nuggets.
Layed out all over the grass. Bet his little hound dog ll eat em up
fast.
(Pre-Chorus):
Last as long as you canmy man
Cuz when that chicken head hits the fan you got:
BloodGutsFingers and Toes. (w/ echoes)
BloodGutsFingers and Toes. (w/ echoes)
BloodGutsFingers and Toes. (w/ echoes)
Sittin front row at the chicken showso...
(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 sandwichwith manwichah
Feel the red on a Chicken neck.
Choppin up hella yeahBilly bob Billy
Cuz I chop motherfuckin red necks silly.
Peeped in your yard tell me what did I see?
I seen a chicken boyfuckin this sheep. I said
"MistermisterWhat the fuck you tryin to do?"
Badau-bad-a-badau-badau-bau
Barrels in your mouthbullets to your head
The back of your neck s all over the shed.
Boom-shaka-boomchopchopbang
I m 2 Dopeand it ain t no thing
To cut a chickentriggers clickin
Blow off his head but his feet still kickin
(Pre-Chorus)
(Chorus)
Went to KentuckyI got lucky
Met this hogcallin bitch named Blocky.
Ridin on a chickenmilkin a sow.
Hittin switches in a drop-toplow-ride tractor. Wow.
Red neck fellamoon-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)

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