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ASSASSIN'S CREED 3 : ULTIMATE SONG lyrics

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ASSASSIN'S CREED 3 lyrics : "ULTIMATE SONG"

How many fools can I kill today?
Too many to count, don't get in my way
I shoot a $$^^*& 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 $$#assin 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, (*##$? Taste my tomahawk chop!


How many fools can I kill today?
Too many to count, don't get in my way
I shoot a $$^^*& 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 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 $$^^*& 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 after 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 $$^^*&s in the face with my bow

Tomahawk chop is my death blow

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