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

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!

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            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        Am      F
Tomahawk, Tomahawk
      Am        Am      F
To-To-Tomahawk, Tomahawk
Am        Am      F
Tomahawk, Tomahawk
      Am        Am
To-To-Tomahawk, Tomahawk

     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
(sem guitarra)
What? A man's gotta eat...

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            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        Am      F
Tomahawk, Tomahawk
      Am        Am      F
To-To-Tomahawk, Tomahawk
Am        Am      F
Tomahawk, Tomahawk
      Am        Am
To-To-Tomahawk, Tomahawk

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

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
              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        Am      F
Tomahawk, Tomahawk
      Am        Am      F
To-To-Tomahawk, Tomahawk
Am        Am      F
Tomahawk, Tomahawk
      Am        Am
To-To-Tomahawk, Tomahawk