El Loco Enfermo

They call me the sick madman
Because killing excites me
With goat horns, I split their mouths
I break their mothers until it makes me laugh
With goat horns, I split their mouths
I break their mothers until it makes me laugh

One hundred percent trafficker
I am of men who don't know how to back down
If they point a finger at me, I'll take their skin
Beware of traitors, for I am Satan
If they point a finger at me, I'll take their skin
Beware of traitors, for I am Satan

My people go crazy for me
When it's time to jump the rivals
I fulfill promises, I bury heads
With bazooka and horn, we like to kill
I fulfill promises, I bury heads
With bazooka and horn, we like to kill

I always carry a lot of weapons
Camouflaged and ready to kill
For the missions, they pay me millions
In brand new cars, I like to ride
For the missions, they pay me millions
In brand new cars, I like to ride

I like to be very cheerful
With Buchanan's, I go out to drink
In the end, death is always present
It keeps waving at me and wants to take me
In the end, death is always present
It keeps waving at me and wants to take me

I bid farewell to the race, I am from the heart of Culiacan
Don't look at me or get in my way
I am a sick madman allied with Satan
Don't look at me or get in my way
I am a sick madman allied with Satan