Chord Chickin Huntin by Insane Clown Posse

Chord Chickin Huntin Insane Clown Posse - Kunci gitar dasar paling akurat untuk pemula, lengkap dengan lirik lagu asli. CHORD 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 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - | - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - | - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - | - - 3 - - / - - 2 - - - - - x - - - - - - x - - - - x - - - | F - E switch quickly , then rest or palm mute - - 3 - - / - - 2 - - - - - x - - - - - - x - - - - x - - - | 3 beats . - - 1 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - | 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