How many fools can I kill today?
Too many to count, don't get in my way
I shoot a [bad word] in the throat with my bow
Tomahawk chop is my death blow

Freedom fightin' machine, big [bad word] 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 [bad word] , [bad word] , up the walls like a boss
What you lookin' at, [bad word]  Taste my tomahawk chop!

How many fools can I kill today?
Too many to count, don't get in my way
I shoot a [bad word] in the throat with my bow
Tomahawk chop is my death blow

From Boston to NY, always up to no good
Don't know how I can see out this big [bad word] 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? man's gotta eat...

How many fools can I kill today?
Too many to count, don't get in my way
I shoot a [bad word] in the throat with my bow
Tomahawk chop is my death blow

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 those mofos in the face with my bow
Tomahawk chop is my death blow