Chicken Huntin’ Insane Clown Posse

[Intro]
"Where's that mother fucker at, man? Damn. It's been about ten days, man"
"Ay! Ay, man! Over here, man"
"Yeah, what can I do for you, boy"
"Yeah, man, uh, let me get one of these chicken necks"
"A what?"
"A chicken neck, man. A red-ass chicken neck"
"A red what? Necked chicken? What?"
"A red-ass chicken neck like yours, man!"
"Like mine?!"
"Yeah, bitch!"

[Verse 1: Violent J & Shaggy 2 Dope]
Well, I'm heading 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
So 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 fucking 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 nuggets
Laid out all over the grass
Then his little 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...