Too many to count, don't get in my way.

I shoot a mofo in 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?

Imma slash your fave, 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 hay stacks

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!

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Smosh, anybody??

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