Smosh — Ultimate assassin's creed 3 song tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
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Tekst piosenki
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
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Ilu głupców mogę dziś zabić?
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 topór w ręku
I 'm-a slash your face, man I' m a very til assassin Killin' faces in one and twos Blood flowin' like a river Need a box of chusteczki When I' m huntin', I be stuntin 'you can never find me In the bushes, In the Sias stogs, In your mother 's Pralnia Watch me comin', free runnin 'up the walls LIKE a BOSS What you lookin'at, bitch?
Posmakuj mojego tomahawka!
Ilu głupców mogę dziś zabić?
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 ilu głupców mogę dziś zabić?
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 jumping 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 "co? Mężczyzna musi jeść!"Ilu głupców mogę dziś zabić?
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 ilu głupców mogę dziś zabić?
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 peruki pudered, wear boxers - I don' t wear Slips!
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Ilu głupców mogę dziś zabić?
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 ilu głupców mogę dziś zabić?
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