Chicken Huntin Slaughterhouse Mix lyrics

Well I`m headed down the southern trail, I`m goin` Chicken huntin`.
Choppin` red neck chicken necks I ain`t sayin` nothin`
To the hillbilly, stick my barrel in his eye, boom-shaka, boom-shaka,
Hair chunks in the sky.
Why? I, never liked chicken pot pie or the chopped chicken on rye.
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 fuckin` eyes out, and feed `em to his Aunt Nilly.
Willie, Willie Chicken neck. Chicken huntin` gotta love it.
Hit him with the 12 gauge bucket, Chicken nuggets.
Layed out all over the grass. Bet his little hound dog`ll eat `em up
fast.

(Pre-Chorus):
Last as long as you can, my man,
Cuz when that chicken head hits the fan you got:
Blood, Guts, Fingers and Toes. (w echoes)
Blood, Guts, Fingers and Toes. (w echoes)
Blood, Guts, Fingers and Toes. (w echoes)
Sittin` front row at the chicken show, so...
(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 up, `
`Right!`
(Chorus)

Lemme get a chicken sandwich, with manwich, ah,
Feel the red on a Chicken neck.
Choppin up hella yeah, Billy bob Billy
Cuz I chop motherfuckin` red necks silly.
Peeped in your yard tell me what did I see?
I seen a chicken boy, fuckin` this sheep. I said,
`Mister, mister, What the fuck you tryin` to do?`
Badau-bad-a-badau-badau-bau
Bar
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