Chicken Huntin’ (SlaughterHouse Mix)

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Violent J & Shaggy 2 Dope] Well, I'm headed down a southern trail, I'm going chicken huntin' Chopping redneck chicken necks, I ain't saying nothing To the hillbilly, stick my barrel in his eye Boomshacka boomshacka hair chunks in the sky Why? I never liked chicken pot pie Or the chopped chicken on rye Tell Mr. Billy Bob I'ma cut his neck up Slice, poke, chop chop, stab, cut What can you do with the drunken hillbilly? Cut his fuckin' eyes out and feed 'em to his Aunt Nilly 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 'em up fast Last as long as you can, my man 'Cause when that chicken head hits the fan, you got [Pre-Chorus: Violent J] Blood, guts, fingers and toes Blood, guts, fingers and toes Blood, guts, fingers and toes Sittin' front row at the chicken show, so [Chorus: Violent J] Who's going chicken huntin'? (We's goin' chicken huntin'!) Who's going chicken huntin'? (We's goin' chicken huntin'!) Who's going chicken huntin'? (We's goin' chicken huntin'!) Cut a motherfuckin' chicken up! (Right!) [Verse 2: Shaggy 2 Dope] Let me get a chicken sandwich with Manwich I'm finna wreck on a chicken neck Choppin' up Hilly and Billy Bob Billy 'Cause I chop motherfuckin' rednecks silly Peeped in your yard, tell me, what did I see? I seen a chicken boy fuckin' a sheep I say "Mister Mister, what the fuck you trying to do?" *Unintelligible speech* Barrels in your mouth, bullets to your head The back of your neck's all over the shed Boom shocka 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 'Cause when that chicken head hits the fan, you got [Pre-Chorus: Shaggy 2 Dope] Blood, guts, fingers and toes Blood, guts, fingers and toes Blood, guts, fingers and toes Sittin' front row at the chicken show, so [Chorus: Violent J] Who's going chicken huntin'? (We's goin' chicken huntin'!) Who's going chicken huntin'? (We's goin' chicken huntin'!) Who's going chicken huntin'? (We's goin' chicken huntin'!) Cut a motherfuckin' chicken up! (Right!) [Verse 3: Violent J & Shaggy 2 Dope] I went to Kentucky, I got lucky Met this hog-callin' bitch named Bucky Riding on a chicken, milking a sow Hittin' switches in a drop top low ride tractor plow Redneck fella, moonshine sella Hang him by his neck bone, chicken bones locked in the cellar Yellow belly chicken plucker You redneck fucker! [Chorus: Violent J] Who's going chicken huntin'? (We's goin' chicken huntin'!) Who's going chicken huntin'? (We's goin' chicken huntin'!) Who's going chicken huntin'? (We's goin' chicken huntin'!) Cut a motherfuckin' chicken up! (Right!) [Outro: Violent J] Bitch! Yeah! Ha ha ha ha ha! Uh!