How many fools can I kill today? Too many to count Don't get in my way I shoot a mafo in the throat wiht my bow Tomahawk Chops 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 hunting', I be stutin' You can newer find me Im the bushes In the hay stacks In your mother's laundry Watch me comin', free-runnin' up the walls LIKE A BOSS What you lokin'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 mafo in the throat wiht my bow Tomahawk Chops is my death blow How many fools can I kill today? Too many to count Don't get in my way I shoot a mafo in the throat wiht my bow Tomahawk Chops is my death blow
From Boston to NY Alweys 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 atack Jumpin' off of giant buildings Like I was a super man Use your mama as a meat'shieled Every time that I can Take a break from the war To hunt for some meat
What? A man should have!
How many fools can I kill today? Too many to count Don't get in my way I shoot a mafo in the throat wiht my bow Tomahawk Chops is my death blow How many fools can I kill today? Too many to count Don't get in my way I shoot a mafo in the throat wiht my bow Tomahawk Chops is my death blow
Up firs 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 ip to me And my gang Horse and carriage drive-bys Bullet in the chamb' Ridin' over your clique Like the delawar, soon I'll get my face on the dollar Before this sheat's done
How many fools can I kill today? Too many to count Don't get in my way I shoot a mafo in the throat wiht my bow Tomahawk Chops is my death blow How many fools can I kill today? Too many to count Don't get in my way I shoot a mafo in the throat wiht my bow Tomahawk Chops is my death blow