Luyện nghe bài hát Chicken Huntin' (slaughterhouse Mix)

Well, I'm headed down the southern trail, I'm goin' huntin'
Choppin' red neck chicken necks, I ain't nothin'
To the hillbilly, stick my in his eye
Boom-shaka, hair chunks in the sky

Why I, never liked pot pie
Or the chopped on rye?
Tell Mr. Billy Bob, I'm a cut his up
Slice, poke, chop-chop, cut

"What can you do a drunken hillbilly?"
Cut his fuckin' eyes out, and feed 'em to his Nilly
Willie, willie chicken neck, chicken gotta love it
Hit him with the 12 gauge bucket, nuggets

out all over the grass
Bet his hound dog'll eat 'em up fast
as long as you can, my man
'Cuz when chicken head hits the fan you got

Blood, guts, fingers and
Blood, guts, fingers and
Blood, guts, fingers and
front row at the chicken show, so

Who's goin' chicken
(We's goin' huntin')
goin' chicken huntin?
(We's goin' huntin')
goin' chicken huntin?
(We's chicken huntin')
Cut a chicken up

Lemme get a chicken sandwich, manwich, ah
the red on a chicken neck
Choppin' up hella yeah, Billy Bob
I chop motherfuckin' red necks silly

Peeped in your yard tell me what did I
I seen the chicken boy, this sheep, I said
"Mister, Mister, the fuck you tryin' to do?"

Barrels in your mouth, bullets to your
The back to neck's all over the shed
Boom-shaka-boom, chop, chop,
I'm 2 dope, and it ain't no

To cut a chicken, clickin'
off his head but his feet still kickin'
Last as as you can, my man
'Cuz when that chicken head the fan you got

Blood, guts, fingers and
Blood, guts, and toes
Blood, guts, fingers and
front row at the chicken show, so

Who's goin' chicken
(We's chicken huntin')
Who's chicken huntin?
(We's goin' huntin')
Who's chicken huntin?
(We's chicken huntin')
Cut a chicken up

Rich
Yeah, yeah,
Ha ha ha ha ha
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