Well, I'm headed down a southern trail
I'm going chicken huntin'
Chopping red neck chicken necks I aint saying nothin'
To the hillbilly, stuck my barrel in his eye
Boomshacka boomshacka hair jumps in the sky
Why, i never liked chicken pot pie
Or the chopped chicken on rye
So tell mr. Billy Bob im a cut his neck up
Slice, poke, chop chop, stab, cut
What can you do with a drunken hillbilly
Cut his fucking eyes out and feed him to his aunt Milly
Willy Willy chicken neck, chicken huntin' gotta love it
Hit him with a twelve gauge bucket, chicken nuggets
Laid out all over the grass
Then his little hound dog will eat them 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
Sitting front row at the chicken show so.....
Who's going chicken huntin'
We's going chicken huntin'
Who's going chicken huntin'
We's going chicken huntin'
Who's going chicken huntin'
We's going chicken huntin'
Cut a mother fucking chicken up right!
Let me get a chicken sandwich with manwich
Im fixing ta wreck on a chicken neck
Chopping up Hilly and Billy Bob Billy
Cause i chop a mother fucking redneck Silly
Peeked in his yard and what did i see
I seen a chicken boy fucking a sheep
I say
