Pancho Arce

Always in the fire, dressed in black
Wearing a bulletproof vest on your body
Bazooka, grenades of various calibers
It's the armored truck of his loyal crew
Defending the turf, never getting tired
With a long-range arsenal
The word 'back down' doesn't exist for him
That's why I sing to Pancho Arce

He crushes, annihilates every enemy
Those who betray or act like they're clever
No barriers exist
No obstacles in sight
The government already knows how this story goes
Loyalty and strength with the royalty
Very grateful to the M and the Z
Part of the virus, an active element
Clearing the ground, he's very effective

The anthrax spreads and doesn't stop
They don't respect classes
Nor do they level the executions
These are the actions they carry out
Against betrayals
Pancho from Olancho for this position
And today he carries the virus
And he wears it well
A skull as a standard
And a war rifle for the fight

Cut into pieces like a puzzle
Well bloodied, they leave the prey
This is the punishment for the enemies
From 4 Arce and his friends

Pancho up front
No one can stop him with the commander
The best of the pair
They unload their horns, shooting the poison
Aiming at the target, and off to hell

And we keep it wild
With the twins