Senor Matanza

This city is the property
Of Mr. Slaughter!!
The discount guy from the taxi
The shots, the cops, the crack, and the lies!
This city is the property
Of Mr. Slaughter
That pot, that chick, and that estate and that sea
That paramilitary, they're all property
Of Mr. Slaughter
That fed, that snitch, and that rat, the union
And the bishop, the general are property
Of Mr. Slaughter
Good hookers and booze, are under control,
The school and the pawn shop are property
Of Mr. Slaughter
He decides what will be, says what won't
Decides who pays, says who will live
That and that land and that bar are property
Of Mr. Slaughter
And they take my buddy to the hills
And they take my buddy to the hills
And my buddy they take and they go,
The ones who kill, bam bam, are property
Of Mr. Slaughter!!
He decides what will be, says what won't
Decides who pays, says who will live
You can't walk without collaborating with his holiness,
Mr. Slaughter
And they take my buddy to the hills
And my buddy to the hills
Listen up dude!
His word is law!
He decides what will be, says what won't
Decides who pays, says who will suffer
That and that land and that bar are property
Of Mr. Slaughter
When he doesn't command, he buys
If he can't buy, he eliminates!!
... That bus line, the Hotel and the Pool Hall,
That girl who gives herself, by the Boulevard, are property
Of Mr. Slaughter