Capo 1st fret

Standard (EADGBE)

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

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-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

(no guitar)

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. To-To-Tomahawk, Tomahawk

Tomahawk

Tomahawk, Tomahawk

Tomahawk, To-To-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's 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

To-To-Tomahawk, Tomahawk

Tomahawk

Tomahawk, Tomahawk

Tomahawk, To-To-Tomahawk