GOET

It's Wicked Outside
(Rio control, Rio control)
(You idiot, I'm Salazar, you idiot, I'm not the government)

From the 3-0-8, carrying a SCAR
Units 4-4, the sector's getting combed
GOET, special tactical group, who you think?
From Tazmania, so y'all know, right there

Pure shit to tear them up, if it's time to clash, we clash hard
Shorties with a switch, long ones with a drum
Just so they feel it, the kids roll up in helmets
Israeli training to kill punks, there's no disgust left

Trucks, rolling in a fucked-up unmarked car
May God keep them safe and may La Flaca take them for me
Commander Palmita drops reports from the sky
He never folded when it came to guarding the God of Thunder

Check it, we bring the stuff for the tortillas
And now and then we put some bitch on her knees
I bring double-cleaned pieces ready for action
Since I remember, I've never been cautious

Strapped under the visors, they load up in the cars
And don't think they're few, it's a fuckin' army of hitmen
Homemade guns run patrols through the blocks
In case the blue or the rivals wanna step in

From the 3-0-8, carrying a SCAR
Units 4-4, the sector's getting combed
GOET, special tactical group, who you think?
From Tazmania, so y'all know, right there

From the 3-0-8, carrying a SCAR
Units 4-4, the sector's getting combed
GOET, special tactical group, who you think?
From Tazmania, so y'all know, right there

G, the group got to hitting
O, in a special operation
E, special for firing the SCAR
T, for Tazmania, just to be clear

G, the group got to hitting
O, in a special operation
E, special for firing the SCAR
T, for Tazmania, just to be clear

Always sharp, we don't find flaws in anything
And getting into clashes doesn't faze me, not one bit
Short ones slung, rounds stacked, the shrapnel trips
Pay up for protection or shut up, with bullet's you'll be quiet

My vest doesn't weigh me down anymore, I've gotten used to it
Checkpoints on the highways, kids shout my flag

Equipped with an AR and a submachine gun at my side
I'm on the job, moving like a soldier
Mags loaded to the brim, I've never been backed into a corner
When I fire on the government I feel tough as hell

'Cause we're men, not clowns
They carry iron where they place the cups
I suit up like a Power Ranger to land blows
With company patches on my vest and on my arms, and on my arms
(With company patches on my vest and on my arms, and on my arms)

From the 3-0-8, carrying a SCAR
Units 4-4, the sector's getting combed
GOET, special tactical group, who you think?
From Tazmania, so y'all know, right there

Tru-tru-trucks, rolling in a fucked-up unmarked car
May God keep them safe and may La Flaca take them for me
Commander Palmita drops reports from the sky
He never folded when it came to guarding the God of Thunder

It's Wicked Outside
Rio control, Rio control