Where's that motherfucker at man? Damn, been about 10 days man   Hey, hey man, over here man   Yeah, what can I do for you, boy?   Yeah man, uh, lemme get one of those chicken necks   What?      Chicken neck, man, a red ass chicken neck   A red what? Neck chicken, what?   Red ass chicken neck like your's man   Like mine?   Yeah, bitch      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 stuck my barrel in his eye      Boom shacka boom shacka hair jumps 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 a drunken hillbilly?   Cut his fucking eyes out and feed them 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 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 motherfucking chicken up, right      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 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   'Cause I chop motherfucking rednecks silly      Peeked in his yard tell me what did I see   I seen a chicken boy fucking a sheep   I say, "Mister mister, what the fuck you trying to do?"   Ah, bibbity bobbity boo      Barrels in your mouth, bullets in your head   The back of your neck's all over the shed   Boom shacka boom chop chop bang   I'm 2 Dope and it ain't no thang      To cut a chicken, trigger's clicking   Blow off his head but his feet still kicking   Last as long as you can my man   'Cause when that chicken head hits the fan there's      Blood, guts, fingers and toes   Blood, guts, fingers and toes   Blood, guts, fingers and toes   Sittin' 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 motherfucking chicken up, right      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 motherfucking chicken up, right      Went to Kentucky, I got lucky   Met this hog callin' 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 neck bone, chicken bones   Locked in the cellar, yellow belly chicken plucker   You redneck fucker      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 motherfucking chicken up, right