Il testo della Ultimate assassins creed song

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'ma 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 haystacks,
In your mothers 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-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 crowd
Touchin' you on the back
Usin' my hidden blade
For a secret attack.

Jumpin' off a giant buildings
Like i was a superman.
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 mans 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-tomahawk.

Up first in the verse
Feel the clack of wooden teeth.
Bread and butter, lift the cover
Where you 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-by's
Bullet in the chamb.
Ridin' over your clique
Like the delaware son
I get my face on the dollar
Before this shits 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-tomahawk.