Como Pancho Villa

(SLUSH THE VILLAIN)
Like Pancho Villa
with the guns in the air, air
Watch out, I don’t care about your life
I don’t give a damn about anyone, anyone
The revolution is mine
So shut up or get lost, get lost
Watch out, my soldiers follow
hunting wars in the streets, streets

(DIABLO)

like Pancho Villa
two women on the shore
two tequilas, my revolver
and a belt
my guerrillas scattered
always armed
for being four in the prophet
the guerrilla in every state
a hit of weed
my mind is floating
my gun in your mouth
for the sweet balls
it’s your turn
for being a fool, I got you
I’ll screw you, I’ll nail you
I’ll mess you up, I’ll cap you
I’ll beat you, I’ll bury you
I’ll break you, I’ll drag you
I’ll dig you up and bury you, whoooooo
but still
I find myself drunk
happy and nailing
all over the place, I’m going crazy
the federales are watching me
licking my balls
doing my bidding, yeah
I never leave them change
it’s because they know
that I’m an Aztec
real badass, don’t mess with me
or I’ll get you too
from behind, don’t worry
I never attack, no bullshit
to the living or my crew, watch out
because if I don’t miss
I’ll execute you Quintero style
with tequila and chili
the nose for being a thief
of steel, it’s stuck to your body
very fragile with two in the head
I’m saying goodbye, so that’s it

(SLUSH THE VILLAIN)

Like Pancho Villa
with the guns in the air, air
Watch out, I don’t care about your life
I don’t give a damn about anyone, anyone
The revolution is mine
So shut up or get lost, get lost
Watch out, my soldiers follow
hunting wars in the streets, streets

(C-4)

make way, it’s four
I’m half drunk
don’t get in my way
or I’ll shoot up your whole damn ranch
I’m the plague that gets you drunk
before killing you
before cutting you down
and blowing your bones apart
live your eyes
and cry like a puppy
you’re shocked
with sentiment
you fall apart
and you crumble
war isn’t for wimps
poor little punks face off
like they’re testing the strength
they don’t know what’s coming
because the revenge of my race
against the oppressors
like Zapata always taught them a lesson
so run, or they’ll throw you if my guerrilla comes
and like a mummy we’ll leave you in pure ashes
everyone in my race knows it
and puts the gun in the air
shooting lead, they know
the attack position
and ready for the fight with courage, rrrrrrrhhh
they’re willing to die
so don’t get stuck
so run if you can
and while you can, don’t stop
because I never do
and if I catch you, I’ll nail you
with a hammer on a nail
in the head a bullet
that’s how you ended up and died before my soldiers

(SLUSH THE VILLAIN)

Like Pancho Villa
with the guns in the air, air
Watch out, I don’t care about your life
I don’t give a damn about anyone, anyone
The revolution is mine
So shut up or get lost, get lost
Watch out, my soldiers follow
hunting wars in the streets, streets