Where's motherfucker at man? Damn, been about 10 days man Hey, hey man, over man Yeah, can I do for you, boy? Yeah man, uh, lemme get one of those necks
Chicken neck, man, a red ass chicken A red what? chicken, what? Red ass chicken neck like man mine? Yeah,
Well, I'm heading a southern trail I'm going chicken Chopping chicken necks, I ain't saying nothing To the hillbilly my barrel in his eye
Boom shacka shacka hair jumps in the sky Why I liked chicken pot pie? Or the chicken on rye? So, tell Mr. Bob I'm a cut his neck up
Slice, poke, chop, stab, cut What can you do a drunken hillbilly? Cut his fucking eyes out and feed them to his Aunt Willy Willy chicken neck, hunting gotta love it
Hit him with the gauge bucket, chicken nuggets Laid out all the grass Then his little hound dog will eat up fast as long as you can my man 'Cause when chicken head hits the fan, you got
Blood, guts, and toes Blood, guts, fingers and Blood, guts, fingers and front row at the chicken show so
Who's going chicken huntin'? going chicken huntin' Who's chicken huntin'? We's going chicken huntin' going chicken huntin'? We's going chicken huntin' Cut a chicken up, right
Who's going chicken We's going chicken huntin' Who's going chicken We's going chicken huntin' Who's going chicken huntin'? We's going chicken Cut a motherfucking up, right
Let me get a chicken sandwich Manwich I'm finna on a chicken neck Chopping up Hilly and Billy Bob I chop motherfucking rednecks silly
Peeked in his yard me what did I see I seen a boy fucking a sheep I say, "Mister mister, what the you trying to do?" Ah, bobbity boo
Barrels in your mouth, in your head The back of your neck's all the shed Boom shacka boom chop chop I'm 2 Dope and it ain't no
To cut a chicken, trigger's Blow off his but his feet still kicking as long as you can my man 'Cause when that chicken hits the fan there's
Blood, guts, and toes Blood, guts, fingers and Blood, guts, and toes Sittin' front row at the chicken so
Who's chicken huntin'? We's going chicken huntin' Who's chicken huntin'? We's going chicken huntin' Who's going chicken huntin'? going chicken huntin' Cut a motherfucking up, right
Who's chicken huntin'? We's going chicken huntin' Who's going chicken huntin'? We's chicken huntin' Who's going chicken huntin'? We's going chicken Cut a motherfucking up, right
to Kentucky, I got lucky Met this hog bitch named Bucky Riding on a chicken, a sow Hittin' switches in a drop top low tractor plow
Redneck fella, sella Hang him by his bone, chicken bones Locked in the cellar, yellow belly chicken You redneck
Who's going huntin'? We's going chicken huntin' going chicken huntin'? We's going chicken huntin' Who's going chicken We's going chicken huntin' Cut a motherfucking up, right