Biografía:
Smosh es el nombre de un dúo compuesto por dos adolescentes (Anthony Padilla y Ian Hecox), que los últimos meses han dado mucho de qué hablar y han cultivado gran cantidad de seguidores, principalmente adolescentes.
Lo interesante del fenómeno es que estos jóvenes se dieron a conocer por sus sencillos videos realizados en la habituación de uno de ellos. Se trataba, en un inicio, de videos de canciones de series animadas, donde ellos hacen la mímica de la letra y actuán algunas situaciones.
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¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
[Chorus]
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
[Verse]
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!
[Chorus]
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
[Chorus]
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
Tomahawk, Tomahawk
To-To-Tomahawk, Tomahawk
Tomahawk
Tomahawk, Tomahawk Tomahawk, To-To-Tomahawk
[Verse]
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
(no guitar)
What? A man's gotta eat...
[Chorus]
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
[Chorus]
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
Tomahawk, Tomahawk. To-To-Tomahawk, Tomahawk
Tomahawk
Tomahawk, Tomahawk
Tomahawk, To-To-Tomahawk
[Verse]
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
[Chorus]
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
[Chorus/Outro]
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
Tomahawk, Tomahawk
To-To-Tomahawk, Tomahawk
Tomahawk
Tomahawk, Tomahawk
Tomahawk, To-To-Tomahawk
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
[Verse]
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!
[Chorus]
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
[Chorus]
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
Tomahawk, Tomahawk
To-To-Tomahawk, Tomahawk
Tomahawk
Tomahawk, Tomahawk Tomahawk, To-To-Tomahawk
[Verse]
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
(no guitar)
What? A man's gotta eat...
[Chorus]
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
[Chorus]
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
Tomahawk, Tomahawk. To-To-Tomahawk, Tomahawk
Tomahawk
Tomahawk, Tomahawk
Tomahawk, To-To-Tomahawk
[Verse]
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
[Chorus]
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
[Chorus/Outro]
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
Tomahawk, Tomahawk
To-To-Tomahawk, Tomahawk
Tomahawk
Tomahawk, Tomahawk
Tomahawk, To-To-Tomahawk
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