Chingon de Chingones

(And now, my relative, Villa brought only baldies
Buddy, let's see if it's true, buddy, show it to Sacramento
Here to the people)

I am the badass of badasses
And I don't give a damn
Those who claim to be tough guys
I have crushed them here
If it weren't for my balls
They wouldn't be relieved.

They started this job
Walking like stray dogs
They think they're divine herons
Just because they now have a new car
But they only have it on loan
Or they sweated their balls off.

I'm not a king of glass
I'm the badass of badasses
It's better that they believe it
Damn bunch of copycats
They will never reach me
Not even close.

(And there goes the greeting to all my buddies who are badasses
Just like the razos and if anyone has a jacket left
Then put it on, relative)

Sons of their beloved
I don't know what they're up to now
They're selling by the gram
And they already feel very tough
They carry shaving razors
And claim they are guns.

Those kings of weed
Come to get advice
With that problem they carry
They will never grow old
I want them to see how fat
Damn bunch of rabbits

I'm not the king of glass
Nor do I boast about being a biker
I'm the badass of badasses
I never act like a wimp
I want you to know, knives
My leather never wrinkles.