Frust
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 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...) 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!
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 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...) 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!
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Writer(s): The Sickbrotherz
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