Ultimate Assassins Creed Song Lyrics - Singles - Smosh

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? 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! 

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 

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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! 

Tomahawk! Tomahawk! 

Tomahawk! Tomahawk! 

Tomahawk! 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...) 

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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! 

Tomahawk! Tomahawk! 

Tomahawk! Tomahawk! 

Tomahawk! Tomahawk! 

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 is 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! 

Tomahawk! Tomahawk! 

Tomahawk! Tomahawk! 

Tomahawk! Tomahawk!