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Artist/Band:
Insane Clown Posse
Lyrics for Song: Chicken Huntin'
Lyrics for Album: Ringmaster LP [1994]
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'm a 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 Milly
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
Cuz when that chicken head hits the fan, you got
Blood, guts, fingers, and toes (3x)
Sittin front row at the chicken show so...
Who's going chicken huntin, we's goin' chicken huntin' (3x)
Cut a motherfucking chicken up, right!
Let me get a chicken sandwich with manwich
I'm finna wreck on a chicken neck
Chopping up Hilly and Billy Bob Billy
Cuz I chop motherfuckin' redneck silly
Peeked in your yard and what did I see
I seen a chicken boy fucking his sheep
I say Mister Mister, what the fuck you trying to do
Ah, Billy Bitty Boo Bitty Boo
Barrels in your mouth, bullets to your head
The back of your neck's all over the shed
Boomshacka 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 head hits the fan you got
Blood, guts, fingers, and toes (3x)
Sittin front row at the chicken show so...
Who's going chicken huntin, we's goin' chicken huntin' (3x)
Cut a motherfucking chicken up, right!
Went to Kentucky, I got lucky
Met this hot-collared bitch named Bucky
Riding on a chicken, milking a sow
Hittin switches in a drop top low ride tractor plow
Redneck fella, moonshine sella
Hang him by his neckbones, chicken bones
Locked in the cella', yella', belly chicken plucka'
Ya redneck fucka'!
Who's going chicken huntin, we's goin' chicken huntin' (3x)
Cut a motherfucking chicken up, right!
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Chicken Huntin'
Chicken Huntin' stands as a defining track from Insane Clown Posse's 1994 album, Ringmaster. Released during the group's formative years, the song captures the raw, high-energy aesthetic that would later define their signature horrorcore sound. The recording showcases the duo's distinctive vocal delivery and playful, often chaotic lyrical themes that set them apart within the hip-hop landscape. As part of their early discography, this work highlights the artistic development of the group before they achieved mainstream commercial success. The track remains a notable song in their catalogue, reflecting the experimental spirit and unique identity that Insane Clown Posse cultivated throughout the mid-1990s. |
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