Song Title: Chicken Huntin' (Slaughterhouse Mix)
Album: Riddle Box
JC#: 3
Artist: Insane Clown Posse



**phone ring**
Hillbilly 1: "'Ello."
�Speak to chicken neck?�
Hillbilly 1: "Who?"
�Chicken neck.�
Hillbilly 1: "Nobody by that name, here."
�What about chicken bones?�
Hillbilly 1: "Nope."
�What about chicken fuckin� gizzard throat, is he there?�
Hillbilly 1: "Look, boy, you got the wrong number."
(hangs up)
**riiiiing**
Hillbilly 1: "What the � Hello?"
�Speak to Rednuts?�
Hillbilly 1: "Who?"
�Redballs? Willy Redneck Balls, is he there?�
Hillbilly 1: "Goddamn it!"
(slams phone)
**riiing**
Hillbilly 2: "Let me get this. Who in the hell is this?"
�Speak to uh�Fatboy?�
Hillbilly 2: "Who in the hell is this?"
�I wanna speak to fat Redneck fuckin chickenboy. Is he there?�
Hillbilly 2: "GODDAMN IT. Fuckin� no good bastards!"
(hangs up)
**knock, knock, knock**
Hillbilly 2: "Get the damn door!"
(Hillbilly 1 opens door)
Hillbilly 1: "Yeup?"
Juggalo: "I have a delivery for a Mr. Redneck Fatballs?"
Hillbilly 2: "WHAT?! YOU GODDAMN LITTLE�"
**machine-gun blasting away**
Hillbillies: "Ooh! Ugh! Ah! Ugh!"
Juggalo: "...it�s from the Wicked Clowns."

VJ: "Well, I'm headed down a southern trail; I'm going chicken huntin' 
Chopping redneck, chicken necks, I ain't saying nuthin�. 
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. 
 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, feed �em to his Aunt Milly. 
Willy Willy chicken neck, chicken huntin� gotta love it 
Hit him with the 12-gauge bucket, chicken nuggets 
Laid out all over the grass. 
Then his little hound dog�ll eat �im 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 [x3] 
Sittin� front row at the chicken show, so... 

[CHORUS:]
Who's goin� chicken huntin�? 
We's goin' chicken huntin'! [x3]  
Cut a motherfuckin� chicken down! (right!) 

S2D: "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 mutherfuckin� rednecks, silly. 
Peeked in your yard tell me what did I see? 
I seen a chickenboy, fuckin� his sheep. 
I say, 'Mister, Mister, what the fuck you tryin� a do?' 
'bedewr, bede, bedewr, bedewr, bearr'  
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 while 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. [x3] 
Sittin� front row at the chicken show so... 

[CHORUS] 

VJ: "I went to Kentucky, I got lucky 
Met this hot-collared bitch named Bucky 
Ridin� on a chicken, milkin� a sow, 
Hittin� switches on a drop-top, low-ride tractor plow." 

S2D: "Redneck fella, moonshine sella 
Hang him by his neckbone, chicken bones 
Locked in the cellar, yellow belly chicken plucker. 
You redneck fucker."

[CHORUS]

VJ: "Bitch! Yeah! Ha Ha Ha Ha Hah! Uh!"