El Hijo Del Animal

Undercover and camouflaged,
Always seeking to be the first,
Following orders and also killing,
To get into other territories,
He doesn't give a damn about what happens to him,
That's the life of the gunman.

I've risked it all, I'm from Michoacan,
And in Sinaloa I was already adopted,
By Chapito and Mr. Mayo,
I'm working at 100 percent,
Maybe because of my way of killing,
They've nicknamed me the animal.

Like a beast, I have the instinct,
Always hunting down the enemy,
I move slowly and silently,
I never hesitate, I'm determined,
They tried to kill me,
But my tricks saved me.

I'm from the mafia, I won't deny it,
It earns me respect and a lot of money,
I don't regret what I'm doing,
Everyone has their role,
If it's a doctor, they should operate,
My profession is trafficking.

Down south I have my people,
And in Sinaloa are the bosses,
Crossing the border are the clients,
They pay with pure green,
And there's no more profitable business,
Like the trade of the forbidden.

In Cancun, they arrested me,
For firing my horn in the air,
I was in prison for about 10 months,
My buddy and I were the good ones,
Like a king in prison,
Their requests were granted.

I get agitated if they're looking for me,
And I don't hesitate to shoot,
When they look for me, they find me,
In Sinaloa or in Michoacan,
I'm well connected with the cartel,
I'm Manuel, the animal.