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Something you should know about Chicken Huntin Lyrics Title: Insane Clown Posse - Chicken Huntin lyrics Artist: Insane Clown Posse Lyrics Visitors: 1202 visitors have hited Chicken Huntin Lyrics since May 27, 2008. 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 Boomshacka boomshacka 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 the drunken hillbilly Cut his fucking eyes out and feed em 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 em up fast Last as long as you can my man Cuz when that chicken head hits the fan, you got Blood guts fingers and toes (3x) Sittin front row at the chicken show so... Who's going chicken huntin, we's goin' chicken huntin' (3x) 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 Cuz I chop motherfucking redneck silly Peeked in his yard and what did I see I seen a chicken boy fucking a sheep I say "Mister Mister, what the fuck you trying to do" "a binny binny, binny boo" 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 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 Cuz when that chicken head hits the fan you got Blood guts fingers and toes (3x) Sittin front row at the chicken show so... Who's going chicken huntin, we's goin' chicken huntin' (3x) Cut a motherfucking chicken up, right! Went to Kentucky, I got lucky Met this hot-collared bitch named Bucky Riding on a chicken, milking a cow 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 You redneck fucker! Who's going chicken huntin, we's goin' chicken huntin' (3x) Cut a motherfucking chicken up, right! Fans who visit this lyrics also like: Maybe you are looking for: Insane Clown Posse - Chicken Huntin Lyrics for mp3 Insane Clown Posse - Chicken Huntin Lyric Insane Clown Posse - Chicken Huntin Letras Insane Clown Posse - Chicken Huntin Songtexte Insane Clown Posse - Chicken Huntin Lyrique Insane Clown Posse - Chicken Huntin Testo Insane Clown Posse - Chicken Huntin Referencias Tips to look for free audio clips (Don't use those tips to download illegally. To buy music is always the best way to support your idols) |
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