Insane Clown Posse – Chicken Huntin’ Lyrics
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Song: Chicken Huntin’
Well, I’m heading down a southern trail, I’m going chicken huntin’
*punch* redneck chicken necks I ain’t saying nothing
To the hillbilly, *glass shatter* 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 *bloop* his neck up
Slice, poke, chop chop, stab, cut
What can you do with the drunken hillbilly?
*Ha ha ha ha* 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 nuggеts
Laid out all over the grass
Then his littlе 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
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 *cuckoo* 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 *cuckoo* 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
‘Cause I chop *rooster crow* rednecks silly
Peeped in your yard, tell me, what did I see?
I seen a chicken boy *baa* his sheep
I say “Mister Mister, what the *glass shatter* you trying to do”
*Unintelligible speech*
Buzzards on your back, llamas on your lawn
I’m down with the clown, baby, bring the funkin’ on
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 *neigh* 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
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 *cuckoo* 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 *cuckoo* chicken up! Right!
Ay! Let it be known (Let it be known)
The wicked clowns is in the haugh
And we don’t like no gizzard neck (That I don’t like rednecks {?})
Buzzard back chicken ***** in the hood
You red neck *****!
Went to Kentucky, I got lucky
Met this hog-callin’ *oink* named Bucky
Riding on a chicken, milking a sow
Hittin’ switches in a drop top low ride tractor plow
Redneck fella, moonshine sella
*Gunshots* by his neck bone, chicken bones
Locked in the cellar, yellow belly chicken plucker
You redneck *Gunshot*!
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 *cuckoo* chicken up! Right!
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Chicken Huntin’ Lyrics – English Translation
Well, I’m heading down a southern trail, I’m going chicken huntin’
*punch* redneck chicken necks I ain’t saying nothing
To the hillbilly, *glass shatter* 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 *bloop* his neck up
Slice, poke, chop chop, stab, cut
What can you do with the drunken hillbilly?
*Ha ha ha ha* 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 nuggеts
Laid out all over the grass
Then his littlе 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
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 *cuckoo* chicken up! Benar!
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 *cuckoo* chicken up! Benar!
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 *rooster crow* rednecks silly
Peeped in your yard, tell me, what did I see?
I seen a chicken boy *baa* his sheep
I say “Mister Mister, what the *glass shatter* you trying to do”
*Unintelligible speech*
Buzzards on your back, llamas on your lawn
I’m down with the clown, baby, bring the funkin’ on
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 *neigh* 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
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 *cuckoo* chicken up! Benar!
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 *cuckoo* chicken up! Benar!
Ay! Let it be known (Let it be known)
The wicked clowns is in the haugh
And we don’t like no gizzard neck (That I don’t like rednecks {?})
Buzzard back chicken ***** in the hood
You red neck *****!
Went to Kentucky, I got lucky
Met this hog-callin’ *oink* named Bucky
Riding on a chicken, milking a sow
Hittin’ switches in a drop top low ride tractor plow
Redneck fella, moonshine sella
*Gunshots* by his neck bone, chicken bones
Locked in the cellar, yellow belly chicken plucker
You redneck *Gunshot*!
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 *cuckoo* chicken up! Benar!
Find more lyrics at https://dcslyrics.com
Insane Clown Posse Lyrics – Chicken Huntin’
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Release Year: 1990