El Cuadro Del Terror

With my little wax pen, relax
Fine style with a bit of wickedness
I'm going to die where I must
Let's ignore what they will say

Time is short
A bottle of Moet Chandon
Give me more if it runs out, I ask for more
I'm from the picture of terror
I'm used to being in control, in control

Gucci, Prada, and Ferragamo
Always with my gang, my thug group
We are here and we don't play around
The picture of terror sponsored by the bosses

The blonde one, Simon, my buddy, I miss you
Double M, I'm in charge
Under the orders of that boss of evil
Line for the blonde all the way to the federal

Pure wax, weed extract
I attract the girls here with the creed
Here we are in the clubs and we control fiercely
Pure school of that man that I won't mention

I stop and breathe and let the party continue
With Rene and Juan uncorking the champagne
There's no place where we don't party hard
That guy is the infamous Lemus

There's a shadow lurking around
A letter distinguishes him, that's how he's known
With the group at 100% as the boss ordered
Respected kid with a raw talent

I'm at 100% as it should be
Here there's power, money, and women
And we control because we can
A mistake with the group and you die

With my little wax pen, relax
Fine style with a bit of wickedness
I'm going to die where I must
Let's ignore what they will say

Time is short
A bottle of Moet Chandon
Give me more if it runs out, I ask for more
I'm from the picture of terror
I'm used to being in control, in control

Look at Rene with his people making a circle
In Nectar and Laredo patrolling in the Tacoma
They go to Monterrey and even to Chile they control
Everyone dresses expensive, very expensive like the soda

Juan ready to hook
Fendi and Louis Vuitton, all Gucci man
Kind of posh but don't be fooled
This guy is something else when he goes out to party

Here's Pepe from the Lemus flag
You may have heard my name but we don't know each other
There was a time it couldn't happen but today I'm eager
I score my goals, the higher-ups back me

Wax is the smoke to make it rise
Among the groups, the band that sounds
In pure VIP they run into Double M
The Canadian guy takes him out but here he comes among you

Pure champagne, very fine luxuries
They're something else, a stylish group
With a powerful reputation
The picture of terror, there's the line if you copy

Pepe follows his uncle's idea, he has a school
Never under the flag of my uncle Sami the talk
Just partying, we have the power
Making a presence, Juan and Rene are around

With my little wax pen, relax
Fine style with a bit of wickedness
I'm going to die where I must
Let's ignore what they will say

Time is short
A bottle of Moet Chandon
Give me more if it runs out, I ask for more
I'm from the picture of terror
I'm used to being in control, in control

Hey, yeah, hahaha
Yeah. El Makabelico
The command is the damn (the exclusive command)
The picture of terror, hahaha