El Violento
Erik Estrada y sus Mal Portados
The Violent One
They already know I'm violent
And why are they looking for trouble
Better take it easy
Because I can tear them apart
I'll skin them with my knife
And throw them away
There they go being nosy
Just throwing poison
Because of the envy they carry
Death comes for them later
Then their family says
Why did he die if he was so good
I also have my grenades
My bazookas and my horns
I have my armored trucks
Anti-tank and anti-aircraft
But to kill the scum
I only have my hands
One day a friend told me
Remove the obstacles
No matter how small they are
You have to uproot them
Don't have compassion for them
Cut their throats
The first one who left
Cried and begged for forgiveness
He screamed for me to forgive him
But he didn't deserve it
I threw him in a couple of bags
They still haven't found him
I'm leaving, someone is waiting for me
Needs my services
To kill bloodthirsty
To decapitate the damned
He brings the blood better
To not lose the style
