letra de ultimate assassin's creed 3 song - smosh
(chorus)
how many fools can i kill 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
(verse 1)
freedom fightin’ machine, big–ss hatchet in hand
why’d you have to kill my bros? i’m-a slash your face, man
i’m a very skilled -ss-ssin 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, b-tch? 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 m-f- 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 m-f- in the throat with my bow
tomahawk chop is my death blow
tomahawk, tomahawk (tomahawk)
tomahawk, tomahawk (tomahawk)
tomahawk, tomahawk (tomahawk)
tomahawk, tomahawk (tomahawk)
(verse 2)
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 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…
(chorus)
how many fools can i kill 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 kill 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 (tomahawk)
tomahawk, tomahawk (tomahawk)
tomahawk, tomahawk (tomahawk)
tomahawk, tomahawk (tomahawk)
(rap)
up first in the verse feel the clack of wooden teeth
bread and b-tter, lift the covers where you’ll find the f-ckin’ 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 sh-t’s done
(chorus)
how many fools can i kill today?
too many to count, don’t get in my way
i shoot those m-f-s 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 those m-f-s in the throat with my bow
tomahawk chop is my death blow
tomahawk, tomahawk (tomahawk)
tomahawk, tomahawk (tomahawk)
tomahawk, tomahawk (tomahawk)
tomahawk, tomahawk (tomahawk)
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