Comandante R1

For brave they promoted him
Rank very well deserved
Where he arrives he imposes fear
He doesn't even leave dogs alive
Commander R1, chief of the operation

An army at his command
Accompanies him everywhere
Patrolling his territories
In pure armored cars
Cleaning up the Gulf Cartel
A new era beginning

He loves his job
He gets excited shooting
He has a pact with the devil
His strategy never fails
Neither the enemies nor the government
Have been able to defeat his weapons

He has calluses on his fingers
From pulling the trigger so much
He is a true man
He never attacks without reason
Honor comes first
He has always been very upright
Men like R1
Very few have been born

"And on behalf of R1
Greetings to the big boss, M3
And all his guerrilla people, buddy"

R1 attacking, 15 trucks ahead
Pure soldier of the cartel
Trained in combat
Anti-armor weaponry
Bodies flying through the air

He doesn't tolerate betrayals
That puts him in a bad mood
For goats, the bastards
He who does wrong pays for it
He doesn't argue the reasons
His horn launches grenades

He has many enemies
He is formal in his business
But he also has friends
And indeed powerful ones
They are like brothers in rule
The big bosses of the Gulf

R1 doesn't threaten, he has already shown them
He has gained trust
By delivering good results
Short and long weapons
Echo throughout the state
The Gulf Cartel advances
R1 reporting