El Fokemon
Los Buitres de Culiacán Sinaloa
The F*cker
Pulled out a joint
Took a few hits
Then he pulled out a pipe
And two gallons of mezcal
He went out to roam the streets
The guy all hyped up
Started stealing light bulbs
From all the neighbors
This guy is a real badass
Left the city in darkness
Even though he's been locked up
He's always been wild
He keeps the same habits
They call him the f*cker
Even the cops fear
If they come across this bastard
He wears a ski mask
Thinks he's a terrorist
Not even Spiderman scares him
He's always buzzing around
If someone messes with him
He reacts like a beast
And then he pulls out his gun
Feeding his craziness
They've tried to control him
But it's been useless
He just keeps burning out
And always wrinkling his skin
Devouring a marshmallow treat
Chugging a coke
Not even Wonder Woman
Impresses him with her cape
He used to be a humble guy
Respected people
And since he got into drugs
He's become brave
If he hears whispers
He gets heated right away
Not even Father Alberto
Encourages him with his advice
He's fought with many
Even with his own family
And he's almost finished
With all his friendships
When he feels tired
He takes some vitamins
Not even the Red Grasshopper
Can outsmart him
