[Chorus]
Am C G
How many fools can I kill today?
D Am
Too many to count, don't get in my way
C G
I shoot a mofo in the throat with my bow
D
Tomahawk chop is my death blow
[Verse]
F
Freedom fightin' machine, big-ass hatchet in hand
Dm
Why'd you have to kill my bros? I'm-a slash your face, man
Am
I'm a very skilled assassin killin' dudes in ones and twos
Blood flowin' like a river, need a box of tissues
F
When I'm huntin', I be stuntin', you can never find me
Dm
In the bushes, in the hay stacks, in your mother's laundry
Am
Watch me comin', free runnin', up the walls like a boss
What you lookin' at, bitch? Taste my tomahawk chop!
[Chorus]
Am C G
How many fools can I kill today?
D Am
Too many to count, don't get in my way
C G
I shoot a mofo in the throat with my bow
D
Tomahawk chop is my death blow
[Chorus]
Am C G
How many fools can I kill today?
D Am
Too many to count, don't get in my way
C G
I shoot a mofo in the throat with my bow
D
Tomahawk chop is my death blow
Am
Tomahawk, Tomahawk
To-To-Tomahawk, Tomahawk
Tomahawk
Tomahawk, Tomahawk Tomahawk, To-To-Tomahawk
[Verse]
F
From Boston to NY, always up to no good
Dm
Don't know how I can see out this big-ass hood
Am
Walkin' through the crowds touchin' you on the back
Using my hidden blade for a secret attack
F
Jumpin' off of giant buildings like I was a super man
Dm
Use your momma as a meat shield every time that I can
Am
Take a break from the war to hunt for some meat
(no guitar)
What? A man's gotta eat...
[Chorus]
Am C G
How many fools can I kill today?
D Am
Too many to count, don't get in my way
C G
I shoot a mofo in the throat with my bow
D
Tomahawk chop is my death blow
[Chorus]
Am C G
How many fools can I kill today?
D Am
Too many to count, don't get in my way
C G
I shoot a mofo in the throat with my bow
D
Tomahawk chop is my death blow
Am
Tomahawk, Tomahawk. To-To-Tomahawk, Tomahawk
Tomahawk
Tomahawk, Tomahawk
Tomahawk, To-To-Tomahawk
[Verse]
Am
Up first in the verse feel the clack of wooden teeth
G
Bread and butter, lift the covers and you'll find the fu**in' heat
F
Revolution I lead, with the world I got beef
E7
I dig my wigs powdered, wear boxers- I don't wear briefs
Am
You can't step up to me and my gang
G
Horse and carriage, drive bys, bullet in the chamb'
F
Ridin' over your clique like the Delaware, son
E7
I'll get my face on that dollar before this sh*t's done
[Chorus]
Am C G
How many fools can I kill today?
D Am
Too many to count, don't get in my way
C G
I shoot a mofo in the throat with my bow
D
Tomahawk chop is my death blow
[Chorus/Outro]
C G
How many fools can I kill today?
D Am
Too many to count, don't get in my way
C G
I shoot a mofo in the throat with my bow
D
Tomahawk chop is my death blow
Am
Tomahawk, Tomahawk
To-To-Tomahawk, Tomahawk
Tomahawk
Tomahawk, Tomahawk
Tomahawk, To-To-Tomahawk
