Sangre de Maldito
El Rm
Cursed Blood
He doesn't get tired of seeing blood
He lives next to danger
And when he pulls the trigger
Of the goat's horn
He does it imperatively
His character represents
His style his state
Cursed blood
Using intelligence
Step by step he grows
A bazooka crosses his path
His radio activates
His people are alerted
They wait to give the order
To take down those
Who stand in his way
He deserves the position
He has all the experience
With the 'm' they agree
And those who don't comply
Their heads fly
A team of hitmen
Armed and ready
To use violence
He doesn't back down from fights
They say it to whoever dares
There's nothing to stop them
Waved they go
They navigate through it
In combat well-equipped
Well-prepared
And ready for war
Several trucks and a 300
They stroll in Culiacán
The tambora never fails them
At parties the band
They like to party
A rosary as an amulet
Protects the believer
Even from Satan
He doesn't get tired of seeing blood
He lives next to danger
And when he pulls the trigger
Of the goat's horn
He does it imperatively
His character represents
His style his state
Cursed blood
