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Well I'm headed down the southern trail, I'm goin' Chicken huntin'.
Choppin' red neck chicken necks I ain't sayin' nothin'
To the hillbilly, stick my barrel in his eye, boom-shaka, boom-shaka,
Hair chunks in the sky.
Why? I, never liked chicken pot pie or the chopped chicken on rye.
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 fuckin' eyes out, and feed 'em to his Aunt Nilly.
Willie, Willie Chicken neck. Chicken huntin' gotta love it.
Hit him with the 12 gauge bucket, Chicken nuggets.
Laying out all over the grass. Bet this little hound dog'll eat 'em up
fast. Last as long as you can, my man,Cuz when that chicken head hits the fan you got BLOOD GUTS FINGAS AND TOES
BLOOD GUTS FINGAS AND TOES
BLOOD GUTS FINGAS AND TOES
Sittin' front row at the chicken show, so...
WHOS GOIN CHICKEN HUNTIN?
WES GOIN CHICKEN HUNTIN!

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