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 Where's that motherfucker at man? Damn, been about 10 days man 
Hey, hey man, over here man 
Yeah, what can I do for you, boy? 
Yeah man, uh, lemme get one of those chicken necks 
What? 
 
Chicken neck, man, a red ass chicken neck 
A red what? Neck chicken, what? 
Red ass chicken neck like your's man 
Like mine? 
Yeah, bitch 
 
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 
 
Boom shacka boom shacka 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 a drunken hillbilly? 
Cut his fucking eyes out and feed them 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 them up fast 
Last as long as you can my man 
'Cause when that chicken head hits the fan, you got 
 
Blood, guts, fingers and toes 
Blood, guts, fingers and toes 
Blood, guts, fingers and toes 
Sitting front row at the chicken show so 
 
Who's going chicken huntin'? We's going chicken huntin' 
Who's going chicken huntin'? We's going chicken huntin' 
Who's going chicken huntin'? We's going chicken huntin' 
Cut a motherfucking chicken up, right 
 
Who's going chicken huntin'? We's going chicken huntin' 
Who's going chicken huntin'? We's going chicken huntin' 
Who's going chicken huntin'? We's going chicken huntin' 
Cut a motherfucking chicken up, right 
 
Let me get a chicken sandwich with Manwich 
I'm finna wreck on a chicken neck 
Chopping up Hilly and Billy Bob Billy 
'Cause I chop motherfucking rednecks silly 
 
Peeked in his yard tell me what did I see 
I seen a chicken boy fucking a sheep 
I say, "Mister mister, what the fuck you trying to do?" 
Ah, bibbity bobbity boo 
 
Barrels in your mouth, bullets in your head 
The back of your neck's all over the shed 
Boom shacka boom chop chop bang 
I'm 2 Dope and it ain't no thang 
 
To cut a chicken, trigger's clicking 
Blow off his head but his feet still kicking 
Last as long as you can my man 
'Cause when that chicken head hits the fan there's 
 
Blood, guts, fingers and toes 
Blood, guts, fingers and toes 
Blood, guts, fingers and toes 
Sittin' front row at the chicken show so 
 
Who's going chicken huntin'? We's going chicken huntin' 
Who's going chicken huntin'? We's going chicken huntin' 
Who's going chicken huntin'? We's going chicken huntin' 
Cut a motherfucking chicken up, right 
 
Who's going chicken huntin'? We's going chicken huntin' 
Who's going chicken huntin'? We's going chicken huntin' 
Who's going chicken huntin'? We's going chicken huntin' 
Cut a motherfucking chicken up, right 
 
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 
 
Who's going chicken huntin'? We's going chicken huntin' 
Who's going chicken huntin'? We's going chicken huntin' 
Who's going chicken huntin'? We's going chicken huntin' 
Cut a motherfucking chicken up, right 
  
            
 
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