El Hijo de La Chingada

I'm the son of the bitch
And I don't ask anyone for anything
I tell them the truth
I'm not making up bullshit
And to scare me
They need to play their cards

I'm a killer and a cokehead
Of the black and the crystal
Don't get in my way
I have a rude way
Because more than ten bastards
I sent to hell

Most of them I killed
For being stupid and powerful
And they wanted to act tough
And I dropped the iron on them
With me they behave
Or I'll bury them too

I'm the king of the Pacific
From Colima to Tijuana
And more than twenty crooks
Have heard the bell toll
To sell crystal and powder
Morphine and marijuana

The bosses of Mexico

And my land is famous for kidnappings
And bandits know we're killers
And the noise doesn't scare us
Those who claim to be lions
How many have they eaten?

I have my territory
From Guanajuato and Sonora
Otoro and Michoacan, Zacatecas and
Tijuana and also Sinaloa
They don't mess with me

That's why everyone calls me
The son of the bitch and to me
A fucking parrot
I accept his bullshit
His boss's buddy is big
And they're not scared of anything

And however they want to talk to me the truth
It's not bullshit
I'm the king of the Pacific
Or the son of the bitch
That's my second nickname
And I don't ask anyone for anything