I got my radio and my big pistol
Always super alert for action
I guard the turf with my .50
Always at the boss's orders
I got bullets here for the traitor
Here in the game I'm the terror
I am grateful to the Lord
I'm the devil here at my job
Bad weed never dies
All in black, nobody loses here
I know envy doesn't like me
A candle for Malverde
No-man's land, damned land
And nobody takes me off this post
I cross myself with my little Virgin
Look, point it out, Santa Fe, yeah
My Matamoros, beloved land
In this job there's no way out anymore
Always at the boss's order for whatever he asks
My skinny babe, the one who always looks after me
I leave no trace and no witnesses
Since I was a kid I like danger
Whatever I want I always get
I f*ck up my enemies
Camouflaged I look like a soldier
I keep all the boys wide awake
I always face forward, I never duck
All armed, partying at the ranch
I always carry my piece tucked in my belt
The green ones, I know they're after me around there
I carry a .50 and a bazooka too
When we fight they never knock us down
Just so you see, what's up?