Mentalidad Enferma
Los Buitres de Culiacán Sinaloa
Sick Mentality
They call me a sick maniac.. sick I am in the mind,
Don't act like fools because I destroy them in the heat.
They call me a sick maniac.. sick I am in the mind,
Don't act like fools because I destroy them in the heat.
My horn looks at me and trembles, I react immediately.
I consider myself crazy with a violent mentality,
Sickness in my veins make my mind spin,
I get active, I go and attack and people wake up dead.
I have a pact with the devil, he has passed on his power to me,
To massacre those who want it, present and future,
I rise, torture and kill, I like to see them fall.
Blood runs through my hands when I slit throats,
High-level tortures, burns, extortions,
I am an effective bloodthirsty, the number 1, gentlemen.
I bring the convoy very active, commanded by death,
Following it in caravans, demons disguised,
How beautiful, immortal, high-ranking killers.
Valor gives you power and power gives you wealth,
I have those three that add up to a great account,
That's why I will continue active, gutting more heads.
