letra de ultimate assassin's creed 3 - smosh
how many fools can i k!ll today?
too many to count, don’t get in my way
i shoot a m-f- in the throat with my bow
tomahawk chop is my death blow
freedom fightin’ machine, big–ss hatchet in hand
why’d you have to k!ll my bros? i’m-a slash your face, man
i’m a very sk!lled -ss-ssin k!llin’ 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, b-tch? taste my tomahawk chop!
how many fools can i k!ll today?
too many to count, don’t get in my way
i shoot a m-f- in the throat with my bow
tomahawk chop is my death blow
how many fools can i k!ll today?
too many to count, don’t get in my way
i shoot a m-f- 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
from boston to ny, always up to no good
don’t know how i can see out this big–ss 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 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 k!ll today?
too many to count, don’t get in my way
i shoot a m-f- in the throat with my bow
tomahawk chop is my death blow
how many fools can i k!ll today?
too many to count, don’t get in my way
i shoot a m-f- 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
up first in the verse feel the clack of wooden t–th
bread and b-tter, 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
how many fools can i k!ll today?
too many to count, don’t get in my way
i shoot a m-f- in the throat with my bow
tomahawk chop is my death blow
how many fools can i k!ll today?
too many to count, don’t get in my way
i shoot a m-f- 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
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