Insane Clown Posse — Chicken Huntin (Ringmaster 1994)
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Chicken Huntin (Ringmaster 1994) Insane Clown Posse04:08
Текст песни: Chicken Huntin (Ringmaster 1994)
Chicken Huntin’ Lyrics[Intro] "Where's that mother fucker at, man? Damn. It's been about ten days, man" "Ay! Ay, 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. A red-ass chicken neck" "A red what? Necked chicken? What?" "A red-ass chicken neck like yours, man!" "Like mine?!" "Yeah, bitch!" [Verse 1: Violent J & Shaggy 2 Dope] 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 fucking eyes out and feed 'em to his Aunt Nilly 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 '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... [Chorus] 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 motherfucking 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 motherfucking chicken up! Right! [Verse 2: Shaggy 2 Dope] 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 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" *Unintelligible speech* Barrels in your mouth, bullets to your head The back of your neck's all over the shed Boom shocka 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 [Chorus] 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 motherfucking 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 motherfucking chicken up! Right! [Instrumental] *Gunshot* [Verse 3: Violent J & Shaggy 2 Dope] 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 You redneck fucker! [Chorus] 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 motherfucking chicken up! Right!1
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