How many fools can I kill today?
Too many to count, don�t get in my way
I shoot a mo�fo in the throat with my bow
Tomahawk chop is my death blow
Freedom fighting machine
Big-ass hatchet in hand
Why�d you have to kill my bros?
I�m-a slash your face, man
I�m a very skilled assassin
Killin� dudes in ones and twos
Blood flowin� like a river
Need a box of tissues
When I�m huntin�, I be stuntin�
You can never find me
In the bushes,
In the haystacks,
In your mother�s laundry
Watch me comin�, free runnin� up the walls
LIKE A BOSS
What you lookin� at, bitch?
Taste my tomahawk chop!
How many fools can I kill today?
Too many to count, don�t get in my way
I shoot a mo�fo in the throat with my bow
Tomahawk chop is my death blow
How many fools can I kill today?
Too many to count, don�t get in my way
I shoot a mo�fo in the throat with my bow
Tomahawk chop is my death blow
From Boston to NY
Always up to no good
Don�t know how I can see
Out this big-ass hood
Walkin� through the crowds
Touchin� you on the back
Using my hidden blade
For a secret attack
Jumpin� off giant buildings
Like I was Super Man
use your mama as a meat shield
Every time that I can
Take a break from the war
To hunt for some meat
�What? A man�s gotta eat!�
How many fools can I kill today?
Too many to count, don�t get in my way
I shoot a mo�fo in the throat with my bow
Tomahawk chop is my death blow
How many fools can I kill today?
Too many to count, don�t get in my way
I shoot a mo�fo in the throat with my bow
Tomahawk chop is my death blow
Up first in the verse
Feel the clack of wooden teeth
Bread and butter, lift the covers
Where you�ll find the fuckin� heat
Revolution I lead
With the world, I got beef
I dig my wigs powdered, wear boxers-
I don�t wear briefs!
You can�t step up to me
And my gang
Horse and carriage drive-bys
Bullet in the chamb�
Ridin� over your clique
Like the Delaware, son
I�ll get my face on the dollar
Before this shit�s done!
How many fools can I kill today?
Too many to count, don�t get in my way
I shoot a mo�fo in the throat with my bow
Tomahawk chop is my death blow
How many fools can I kill today?
Too many to count, don�t get in my way
I shoot a mo�fo in the throat with my bow
Tomahawk chop is my death blow
Too many to count, don�t get in my way
I shoot a mo�fo in the throat with my bow
Tomahawk chop is my death blow
Freedom fighting machine
Big-ass hatchet in hand
Why�d you have to kill my bros?
I�m-a slash your face, man
I�m a very skilled assassin
Killin� dudes in ones and twos
Blood flowin� like a river
Need a box of tissues
When I�m huntin�, I be stuntin�
You can never find me
In the bushes,
In the haystacks,
In your mother�s laundry
Watch me comin�, free runnin� up the walls
LIKE A BOSS
What you lookin� at, bitch?
Taste my tomahawk chop!
How many fools can I kill today?
Too many to count, don�t get in my way
I shoot a mo�fo in the throat with my bow
Tomahawk chop is my death blow
How many fools can I kill today?
Too many to count, don�t get in my way
I shoot a mo�fo in the throat with my bow
Tomahawk chop is my death blow
From Boston to NY
Always up to no good
Don�t know how I can see
Out this big-ass hood
Walkin� through the crowds
Touchin� you on the back
Using my hidden blade
For a secret attack
Jumpin� off giant buildings
Like I was Super Man
use your mama as a meat shield
Every time that I can
Take a break from the war
To hunt for some meat
�What? A man�s gotta eat!�
How many fools can I kill today?
Too many to count, don�t get in my way
I shoot a mo�fo in the throat with my bow
Tomahawk chop is my death blow
How many fools can I kill today?
Too many to count, don�t get in my way
I shoot a mo�fo in the throat with my bow
Tomahawk chop is my death blow
Up first in the verse
Feel the clack of wooden teeth
Bread and butter, lift the covers
Where you�ll find the fuckin� heat
Revolution I lead
With the world, I got beef
I dig my wigs powdered, wear boxers-
I don�t wear briefs!
You can�t step up to me
And my gang
Horse and carriage drive-bys
Bullet in the chamb�
Ridin� over your clique
Like the Delaware, son
I�ll get my face on the dollar
Before this shit�s done!
How many fools can I kill today?
Too many to count, don�t get in my way
I shoot a mo�fo in the throat with my bow
Tomahawk chop is my death blow
How many fools can I kill today?
Too many to count, don�t get in my way
I shoot a mo�fo in the throat with my bow
Tomahawk chop is my death blow