Well-dressed hat, bulletproof vest
Ostrich boots, her super shawl
He looks at you from the front, his gaze strong
Executor arm, from Mayo Zambada
I do not feel innocent, first I investigate
And whoever owes it, sees it with me
I became more damn, with the Tachio
It still hurts, the Cajoncito
I have a consulate, here in Culiacan
Well, I give passports, for the beyond
Well thankful, this Satan
Rats & currents, next to them
I'm still up in arms, although this quiet
And in gentle waters, there is also danger
That's why nothing, and no one I trust
That's why I stepped on, burning caps
Riding a horse, listening to the band
Sometimes waved, handing out bullets
And with my convoy, I'm going in caravans
For dirt, cleaning the square
As I kill, I also save lives
Where less think, I have my dens
Pa a good friend, for other homicidal
I am the M1, here and in China
Only among all we can make this a better place :)