Chicken Huntin’ (Original Recipe) Insane Clown Posse

[Intro]
*Harmonica*

[Verse 1: Violent J, Shaggy 2 Dope, both]
Well, I'm headed down a southern trail, I'm going chicken huntin'
Chopping redneck chicken necks, I ain't saying nothing
To the hillbilly, stick 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
Tell Mr. Billy Bob I'ma cut his neck up
Slice, poke, chop chop, stab, cut
What can you do with the drunken hillbilly?
Cut his fuckin' eyes out and feed 'em to his Aunt Nilly
Willy Willy chicken neck, chicken huntin' 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

[Chorus]
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 motherfuckin' 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 motherfuckin' chicken up! (Right!)