п»їHow many haters can I destroy today?
A lot of to rely, don't get in my way
We shoot a mofo inside the throat with my bend
Tomahawk slice is my death strike
Freedom fightin' machine, big-ass hatchet in hand
Why'd you have to kill my bros? I'm-a cut your face, gentleman
I'm a really skilled cannibal killin' guys in types and twos
Blood flowin' like a lake, need a box of tissue
When Now i'm huntin', We be stuntin', you can never locate me
In the bushes, inside the hay piles, in your single mother's laundry
Enjoy me comin', free runnin', up the wall space like a boss
What you lookin' at, girl? Taste my personal tomahawk chop!
How various haters may i kill today?
Too many to count, do not get in my way
I take a mofo in the can range f with my own bow
Tomahawk chop is definitely my fatality blow
By Lev more than burscheid to NY, constantly up to no real
Don't know how i could see out this big-ass engine
Walkin' throughout the crowds touchin' you around the back
Using my concealed blade for the secret attack
Jumpin' off from giant structures like I used to be a super person
Use your momma like a meat shield every time which i can
Come out from the warfare to seek out some various meats
How a large number of haters can one kill today?
Too many to count, don't get in my approach
I take a mofo in the neck with my own bow
Tomahawk chop can be my fatality blow
Up first in the verse go through the clack of wooden tooth
Bread and butter, lift the covers and you should find the fu**in' high temperature Revolution My spouse and i lead, with all the world I obtained beef
My spouse and i dig my wigs powdered, wear boxers- I avoid wear briefs
You can't boost to me and my team
Horse and carriage, travel bys, bullet in the chamb'
Ridin' more than your harmonie like the Delaware, son
Items get my face in that money before this sh*t's carried out
How a large number of haters am i able to kill today?
Too many to count, do not get in my approach
I shoot those mofos in the throat with my own bow
Tomahawk chop can be my death blow