Socio Del Infierno
Gatilleros De Culiacán
Hell's Partner
Stunning gaze with nerves of steel
Thug profile dressing in black
He got into hell for the commander
They're in the same game, together they rose
The Anthrax corporation keeps growing
Roke stands firm, guarding the empire
They tried to take me down but couldn't
My bloodstains made me stronger
At the same moment, I answered with fire
My courage grew when they ran
If they wanted to kill me, they lacked balls
Several against one but they couldn't make it
Those who have treated me know I'm good
And those who have attacked me are already in hell
Many must know I don't play games
I can be very noble, I can be violent
That's why Roke has earned his place
My sixth sense, my pulse on the trigger
I'm from Culiacan, they often see me
With Chino Anthrax and the whole clique
Las Huertas neighborhood is another scene
A .38 protected my life
I don't part with it, they see me with it
When night falls and when day breaks
Sometimes tucked, sometimes in hand
I carry my gun depending on the situation
The casings burn when I shoot
The lead it releases goes straight to the target
I don't play games, I do my job
Protecting the fat one and also the skinny
I don't say goodbye, we'll be around
Ready for another war, we're still sick
There's no cure for the mortar virus
We're attentive to the generals
In 2008, this warrior grew
He's Roke Anthrax, hell's partner