Insane Clown Posse - Chickin Huntin Chords

 Ok very simple.. same two chords all song its just the timing you have to get down.

1/2 step    4/4

    one     two   three  four

   F /  Em

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--3--/--2-----x------x----x---| F-e switch quickly, then rest or palm mute
--3--/--2-----x------x----x---|  3 beats.
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           F-Em
 Well I'm headed down the southern trail, I'm goin' Chicken huntin'.
    F-Em
Choppin' red neck chicken necks I ain't sayin' nothin'
F-Em
To the hillbilly, stick my barrel in his eye,
F-Em
boom-shaka, boom-shaka,Hair chunks in the sky.
 F-Em                            F-Em
Why? I, never liked chicken pot pie or the chopped chicken on rye.
F-Em
Tell Mr. Billy Bob I'm a cut his neck up
F-Em
Slice, poke, chop-chop, stab, cut.
F-Em
"What can you do with a drunken hillbilly?"
F-Em
Cut his f**kin' eyes out, and feed 'em to his Aunt Nilly.
F-Em
Willie, Willie Chicken neck. Chicken huntin' gotta love it.
F-Em
Hit him with the 12 gauge bucket, Chicken nuggets.
F-Em                            F-Em
Layed out all over the grass. Bet his little hound dog'll eat 'em up

fast.

(Pre-Chorus):
F-Em
Last as long as you can, my man,
F-Em
Cuz when that chicken head hits the fan you got:
F-Em
Blood, Guts, Fingers and Toes. (w/ echoes)
F-Em
Blood, Guts, Fingers and Toes. (w/ echoes)
F-Em
Blood, Guts, Fingers and Toes. (w/ echoes)
F-Em
Sittin' front row at the chicken show, so...

(End prechorus)

(Chorus):     Palm mute the chords w/distortion(If you really wanna take it that far)lol

 F-Em(pm)
"Who's goin' chicken huntin?"
F-Em(pm)
"We's goin' chicken huntin'."
F-Em(pm)
"Who's goin' chicken huntin?"
F-Em(pm)
"We's goin' chicken huntin'."
F-Em(pm)
"Who's goin' chicken huntin?"
F-Em(pm)
"We's goin' chicken huntin'."
F-Em(pm)
"Cut a motherf**kin' chicken up, "
"Right!"

(Chorus)

Lemme get a chicken sandwich, with manwich, ah,

Feel the red on a Chicken neck.

Choppin up hella yeah, Billy bob Billy

Cuz I chop motherf**kin' red necks silly.

Peeped in your yard tell me what did I see?

I seen a chicken boy, f**kin' this sheep. I said,

"Mister, mister, What the f**k you tryin' to do?"

Badau-bad-A-badau-badau-bau

Barrels in your mouth, bullets to your head,

The back of your neck's all over the shed.

Boom-shaka-boom, chop, chop, bang,

I'm 2 Dope, and it ain't no thing

To cut a chicken, triggers clickin'

Blow off his head but his feet still kickin'


(Pre-Chorus)

(Chorus)


Went to Kentucky, I got lucky,

Met this hogcallin' b**ch named Blocky.

Ridin' on a chicken, milkin' a sow.

Hittin' switches in a drop-top, low-ride tractor. Wow.

Red neck fella, moon-shine sella,

Hangin' by his neck bone. Chicken bone's locked in the cella',

Yella' bellied chicken plucka'. You red neck f**ka!


(Chorus)

Rich b**ch!

Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

Ha ha ha ha ha!
UH! (echo)