Chicken Huntin' - Slaughter House Mix Lyrics
| Song | Chicken Huntin' - Slaughter House Mix |
| Artist | Insane Clown Posse |
| Album | Riddle Box |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Howard Dodd/Insane Clown Posse/Mark Niles/Mike E. Clark | |
| Where's that mother****er 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 ****ing 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 mother****ing 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 mother****ing chicken up, right | |
| Let me get a chicken sandwich with | |
| ManwichI'm finna wreck on a chicken neck | |
| Chopping up | |
| Hilly and | |
| Billy Bob | |
| Billy'Cause | |
| I chop mother****ing rednecks silly | |
| Peeked in his yard tell me what did | |
| I seeI seen a chicken boy ****ing a sheep | |
| I say, "Mister mister, what the **** 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 mother****ing 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 mother****ing chicken up, right | |
| Went to Kentucky, | |
| I got lucky | |
| Met this hog callin' bitch named | |
| BuckyRiding 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 ****er | |
| 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 mother****ing chicken up, right |
| zuo qu : Howard Dodd Insane Clown Posse Mark Niles Mike E. Clark | |
| Where' s that mother er 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 ing 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 mother ing 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 mother ing chicken up, right | |
| Let me get a chicken sandwich with | |
| ManwichI' m finna wreck on a chicken neck | |
| Chopping up | |
| Hilly and | |
| Billy Bob | |
| Billy' Cause | |
| I chop mother ing rednecks silly | |
| Peeked in his yard tell me what did | |
| I seeI seen a chicken boy ing a sheep | |
| I say, " Mister mister, what the 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 mother ing 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 mother ing chicken up, right | |
| Went to Kentucky, | |
| I got lucky | |
| Met this hog callin' bitch named | |
| BuckyRiding 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 er | |
| 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 mother ing chicken up, right |
| zuò qǔ : Howard Dodd Insane Clown Posse Mark Niles Mike E. Clark | |
| Where' s that mother er 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 ing 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 mother ing 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 mother ing chicken up, right | |
| Let me get a chicken sandwich with | |
| ManwichI' m finna wreck on a chicken neck | |
| Chopping up | |
| Hilly and | |
| Billy Bob | |
| Billy' Cause | |
| I chop mother ing rednecks silly | |
| Peeked in his yard tell me what did | |
| I seeI seen a chicken boy ing a sheep | |
| I say, " Mister mister, what the 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 mother ing 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 mother ing chicken up, right | |
| Went to Kentucky, | |
| I got lucky | |
| Met this hog callin' bitch named | |
| BuckyRiding 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 er | |
| 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 mother ing chicken up, right |
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