Chicken Huntin'

Insane Clown Posse · 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!

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.