SMOSH – Ultimate Assassin’s Creed III Song

How many fools can I kill today?
Too many to count, don’t get in my way
I shoot a mo’fo in the throat with my bow
Tomahawk chop is my death blow

Freedom fighting 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 haystacks,
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 mo’fo 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 mo’fo 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-ass hood

Walkin’ through the crowds
Touchin’ you on the back
Using my hidden blade
For a secret attack

Jumpin’ off giant buildings
Like I was Super Man
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 man’s gotta eat!”

How many fools can I kill today?
Too many to count, don’t get in my way
I shoot a mo’fo 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 mo’fo 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
Where you’ll 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-bys
Bullet in the chamb’

Ridin’ over your clique
Like the Delaware, son
I’ll get my face on the dollar
Before this shit’s done!

How many fools can I kill today?
Too many to count, don’t get in my way
I shoot a mo’fo 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 mo’fo in the throat with my bow
Tomahawk chop is my death blow