Smosh - Ultimate Assassin's Creed 3 Song lyrics

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

Freedom fightin' machine
Big-ass hatchet in hand
Why'd you have to kill my
Bros? Imma 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

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
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 t-t Tomahawk, Tomahawk
Tomahawk, Tomahawk tomahawk, T-t Tomahawk

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
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 mofo 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 mofo in the throat with my bow
Tomahawk chop is my death blow

Tomahawk, Tomahawk t-t Tomahawk, Tomahawk
Tomahawk, Tomahawk tomahawk, T-t Tomahawk

Up first in the verse
Feel the clack of wooden teeth
Bread and butter, lift the covers and 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 that
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 mofo 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 mofo in the throat with my bow
Tomahawk chop is my death blow

Tomahawk, Tomahawk t-t Tomahawk, Tomahawk
Tomahawk, Tomahawk tomahawk, T-t Tomahawk