They've heard about me around here
There must be plenty of rumors, I don't care
And if the order is to kill, that's not questioned
And I bring Toner behind me, he's my shadow
Here there is no chance to talk
I throw them in the grave
And I command a group of people in my area
And without so much showing off
I depend on the Guzmans, affirmative copy
Rifles that they can't even imagine, I have them here at hand
I've seen the skinny one up close and she still hasn't caught me
A cigar for relaxation and a line of coke
Dressed up in military clothes
How could I forget that we fought
Two hundred men were given the order
To go out to patrol heavily armed
I have two Cheyenne trucks behind me
They're coming listening to rap
The men are very disoriented
I have scars all over my body
Also a few bullet wounds
I'll continue throwing punches