Los 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 caravans with all my people
Well equipped, armored, and ready
To execute

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

People get scared and never ask
If they see the commandos passing by
All armed, well hooded, and
Well camouflaged

(And here goes, buddy Gabriel)

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

They go and tear people apart with bullets
Continuous bursts that never end
Sharp knife, horn pierced
To slit throats

There are minds of several revolutionaries
Like Pancho Villa fighting in guerrilla
Clearing the ground with bazooka and horn
That make it rumble

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

I am number 1 with the M1 key
Backed by Mayo and El Chapo
The usual things, present and pending
To give support

I will keep growing and more people falling
For something I am the respected crazy one
Manuel Torres Felix is my name and greetings to