La Emperatriz Del Virus

Above the patrols on her shoulder she carries her horn
You can see nice curves even though she dresses in black
She watches the boss's back, right-hand woman of the Chinese
She's Lady 5-7, she's the empress of the virus.

Decorated nails take care of a 5-7
Favorite of the anthrax, the one with 600 deaths
She's as fine as a queen, carries the hitman's cross
Skull rings, pink bullets, and white gold.

As a girl, she hunted hares in the Sierra de Durango
With a 30-07 she killed her first deer
Ambidextrous with the 'r's, her aim never fails
That's why all the bosses call her the unfortunate one.

In an evening gown, she adorns the evenings
She splurges on beauty, the envy of the ladies
On the arm of compa r, she arrives at the best parties
She always accompanies him, sitting at the same table.

Many want to possess that goddess-like body
Look at how things are, her love has no owner
She traded curls for bullets, a deadly poison
They threw it on her back, now get rid of that scorpion.

She left behind the green hills, the crops, and that plow
What she once had in her mind, she now holds in her hands
And they know she's not abandoned, she's a forbidden fruit
Because when you want eagerly and when you hate for life.

With that beautiful face, who the hell would suspect
Although she looks like a rose, she's a femme fatale
A lucky keychain is the Chinese's talisman
She's Lady 5-7, she's the empress of the virus...