Alterado loco atravesado

Blood splattered when he killed, pretending to be bloodthirsty
He placed his faith in a miraculous saint hanging a rosary
He's a friend of the generous, powerful friend for being tough
Girded with a shiny belt, foolishly two .45s from the rented horse

To his crew he responds, respect the code, organize everything
And turn on the radios, they watch him and support him for his intelligence
And thug mind through roads and paths
With his horn he's cleaning

The armor protects him, grenades and horns and bulletproof vest
Well prepared they attack, responding to war is a long race
He considers himself altered, crazy, crossed with a violent mentality
He takes on anyone who crosses him, he rises and tortures, poison flows through all his veins

Commanded by the mafia, he's got plenty of courage, seems like he made a pact with
The devil to take away anyone who challenges him, waking up dead, he's guaranteed it
See you later, my crew, I follow the mafia's orders