Sanguinarios Del M1

With a goat horn and a bazooka in the back
Flying heads of those who get in the way
We are bloodthirsty, crazy and well-armed
We like to kill

For kidnappings, we are the best
Always in a caravan, all my people
Well equipped, armored, and ready
To execute

With a private call, they activate
The high levels, of the accelerations
Of tortures, bullets, and explosions
To control

People get scared and never ask
If they see the commandos, as they pass by
All armed, well hooded
And well camouflaged

They go demonized, well commanded
Ready and at the order, to cause disorder
To make the enemies suffer and die
Until they agonize

They go and shred people with bullets
Continuous bursts that don't end
Sharp knife, horn pierced
To slit throats

They have the minds of several revolutionaries
Like Pancho Villa, cleaning in guerrilla
Clearing the ground with bazooka and horn
That make a rumble

The leader ahead, with the commander
To finish off the scum, all the anthrax virus
Violent team, bloody work
To traumatize

I am number 1 with code M1
Backed by Mayo and El Chapo
The JT always present and attentive
To give support

I will keep growing, more people falling
For something I am the respected crazy one
Manuel Torres Félix is my name
And greetings to Culiacán