El Rey de Los Vicios

Gonna do some blow
Hold the bag tight
'Cause my nostril's wide
Don't want to absorb it
My buddies say I have
A vacuum cleaner nose

The people who follow me
Are all heavy dudes
With a diploma in drinking
Crazy and very stoners
They also shine at night
'Cause they carry a handheld light

And as they say out there
Work is for the oxen
Because enjoying life
Only us kings do
As long as they bring more blow
Beer and also women

Oh, how beautiful vice is
Shouted a well-dressed ox
While smoking a joint
He was well bathed in coke
While I second him
To shake off my blues

How I wish to die
But I haven't had time
Because chaos and vice
Occupy my mind
And when I'm on the flight
Of death, I don't even remember

Whoever wants to follow me
Knows where to find me
In Culiacan, Sinaloa
Many tremble at the sight of me
Here goes the king of vices
With his music elsewhere