Chicken Huntin’ (Music Video Version) Insane Clown Posse

[Verse 1: Violent J & Shaggy 2 Dope]
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

[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 *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!