Kunci Gitar Insane Clown Posse - Chickin Huntin

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

1/2 step 4/4

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F / Em

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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 fxxkin’ 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 motherfxxkin’ 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 motherfxxkin’ red necks silly .

peeped in your yard tell me what did i see?

i seen a chicken boy , fxxkin’ this sheep . i said ,

“mister , mister , what the fxxk 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’ bitch 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 fxxka!

( chorus )

rich bitch!

yeah! yeah! yeah!

ha ha ha ha ha!
uh! ( echo )