Chicken Huntin'

Where's that motherfucker at, man? Damn
It's been about ten days, man
Aye, aye, man, over here, man
Yeah, what can I do for you, boy
Yeah, man, uh, let me get one of these chicken necks

A what?
A chicken neck, man, red-ass chicken neck
A red what? Neck chicken? What?
A red-ass chicken neck like yours, 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, 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
So 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 hunting gotta love it
Hit him with the 12 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

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 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)
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)

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 motherfuckin' redneck silly
Peeped in your 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"

Barrels in your mouth, bullets to your head
The back of your neck's all over the shed
Boomshocka, 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, it'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 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)
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)

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 neckbones, chicken bones locked in the cellar
Yellow belly chicken plucker
Uh, you redneck fucker

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)