Sanguinarios Del M1

With a goat horn and bazooka at the back of the neck
Flying heads of those who get in the way
We are bloodthirsty, crazy and well-armed
We like to kill

For kidnappings, we are the best
Always in a convoy, all my people
Well equipped, armored and ready
To execute

With a private call they are activated
The high levels, of the accelerations
Of tortures, bullets and explosions
To control

People get scared and never ask
If they see the commands, as they pass by
All armed, well hooded and well camouflaged

And there goes buddy Gabriel

They go demonized, well commanded
Ready and at the order, to make a mess
To make suffer and die the enemies until they agonize

They go and tear apart, people with bullets
Continuous bursts, that don't end
Sharp knife, horn pierced
To slit throats

They have the minds of several, revolutionaries
Like Pancho Villa, fighting in guerrilla
Cleaning the ground, with bazooka and horn
That make a rumble

El Macho ahead, with the commander
To finish off scum, all the Antrax virus
Violent team, bloody work
To traumatize

I am number 1, with code M1
Backed by Mayo and El Chapo
The JT always, present and attentive
To give support

I will keep growing, more people falling
That's why I am the respected Ondeado
Manuel Torres Fèlix my name
And greetings to Culiacan

Like bones with the altered movement
Pure Twins