[Chorus]
How many fools can I kill today?
Too many to count, don t get in my way
I shoot a mofo in the throat with my bow
Tomahawk chop is my death blow
[Verse]
Freedom fightin 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 hay stacks, 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!
[Chorus]
How many fools can I kill today?
Too many to count, don t get in my way
I shoot a mofo in the throat with my bow
Tomahawk chop is my death blow
[Chorus]
How many fools can I kill today?
Too many to count, don t get in my way
I shoot a mofo in the throat with my bow
Tomahawk chop is my death blow
Tomahawk, Tomahawk
To-To-Tomahawk, Tomahawk
Tomahawk
Tomahawk, Tomahawk Tomahawk, To-To-Tomahawk
[Verse]
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 of giant buildings like I was a super man
Use your momma as a meat shield every time that I can
Take a break from the war to hunt for some meat
(no guitar)
What? A man s gotta eat...
[Chorus]
How many fools can I kill today?
Too many to count, don t get in my way
I shoot a mofo in the throat with my bow
Tomahawk chop is my death blow
[Chorus]
How many fools can I kill today?
Too many to count, don t get in my way
I shoot a mofo in the throat with my bow
Tomahawk chop is my death blow
Tomahawk, Tomahawk. To-To-Tomahawk, Tomahawk
Tomahawk
Tomahawk, Tomahawk
Tomahawk, To-To-Tomahawk
[Verse]
Up first in the verse feel the clack of wooden teeth
Bread and butter, lift the covers and you ll find the fu**in 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 that dollar before this sh*t s done
[Chorus]
How many fools can I kill today?
Too many to count, don t get in my way
I shoot a mofo in the throat with my bow
Tomahawk chop is my death blow
[Chorus/Outro]
How many fools can I kill today?
Too many to count, don t get in my way
I shoot a mofo in the throat with my bow
Tomahawk chop is my death blow
Tomahawk, Tomahawk
To-To-Tomahawk, Tomahawk
Tomahawk
Tomahawk, Tomahawk
Tomahawk, To-To-Tomahawk