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    Insane Clown Posse

    Chicken Huntin

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    Добавлена 16 марта 2013 пользователем Миша

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    Well, Im heading down a southern trail; Im going chicken huntin
    Chopping redneck chicken necks I aint 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 Im 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
    Blood guts fingers and toes
    Blood guts fingers and toes
    Sittin front row at the chicken show so...
    Sittin front row at the chicken show so...
    Whos going chicken huntin
    Wes goin chicken huntin
    Wes goin chicken huntin
    Wes goin chicken huntin
    Cut a motherfucking chicken up, right!
    Let me get a chicken sandwich with manwich
    Im 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"
    ????"Ah, Billy Billy Billy Boo"??????
    Barrels in your mouth, bullets to your head
    The back of your necks all over the shed
    Boomshacka boom chop chop bang
    Im 2 Dope and it aint no thang
    To cut a chicken, triggers 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
    Blood guts fingers and toes
    Blood guts fingers and toes
    Sittin front row at the chicken show so...
    Whos going chicken huntin
    Wes goin chicken huntin
    Wes goin chicken huntin
    Wes goin chicken huntin
    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!
    Whos going chicken huntin
    Wes goin chicken huntin
    Wes goin chicken huntin
    Wes goin chicken huntin
    Cut a motherfucking chicken up, right!
    [ Chicken Huntin Lyrics ]
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