Well I'm headed down the southern trail, I'm goin' chicken huntin'
Choppin' red neck chicken necks, I ain't sayin' nothin'
To the hillbilly, stick my barrel in his eye
Boom-shaka, boom-shaka, hair chunks in the sky
Why? I never liked chicken pot pie, or the chopped chicken on rye
Tell Mr. Billy Bob I'm a cut his neck up
Slice, poke, chop-chop, stab, cut
"What can you do with a drunken hillbilly?"
Cut his fuckin' eyes out, and feed 'em to his Aunt Nilly
Willie, Willie chicken neck, chicken huntin' gotta love it
Hit him with the 12-gauge bucket, chicken nuggets
Laid out all over the grass
Then his little hound dog'll eat 'em up fast
Last as long as you can, my man
Cuz when that chicken neck hits the fan, you got
Blood, guts, fingers and toes
Sittin' front row at the chicken show, so...

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Who's goin' chicken huntin'? We's goin' chicken huntin'!
Cut a motherfuckin' chicken up, right!

Let me get a chicken sandwich with Manwich
I'ma finna wreck on a chicken neck
Choppin' up Hilly and Billy Bob Billy
Cuz I chop motherfuckin' rednecks silly
Peeked in his yard and what did I see?
I seen a chicken boy fuckin' a sheep
I say "Mister, mister, what the fuck you tryin' to do?"

Barrels in your mouth, bullets to your head
The back of your neck's all over the she'd
Boom-shaka, 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 neck hits the fan, you got
Blood, guts, fingers and toes
Sittin' front row at the chicken show, so...

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Went to Kentucky, I got lucky
Met this hot-collared bitch named Bucky
Ridin' on a chicken, milkin' 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!

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