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    Insane Clown Posse

    Chicken Huntin'

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    Добавлена 1 сентября 2011 пользователем Iron Man

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    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'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 motherfuckin' redneck silly
    Peeked in your yard and what did I see
    I seen a chicken boy fucking his sheep
    I say Mister Mister, what the fuck you trying to do
    Ah, Billy Bitty Boo Bitty 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 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 cella', yella', belly chicken plucka'
    Ya redneck fucka'!
    Who's going chicken huntin, we's goin' chicken huntin' (3x)
    Cut a motherfucking chicken up, right!
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