Satanic - Drug runners
The north wants our harvest of gold
Litte white boys and blacks wait for the man
I command my natives, crazy fucking wets
carried with weed, dusts, and pot
Trafficking drugs, cocaine, and pot
Satanic blessing, who stops us
The van filled
With a load of pot
The natives crazy with the smell of cocaine
One hundred - twenty miles per hour
One hundred - thirty kilos per truck
We are satanic - drug runners, Ice and marihuana
Black blessing gives us money
A black mass to the king of luxury
We cut the coke, cleaned of pee
Which fucks the blacks and
Kills the white boys
We are satanic - drug runners
Trafficking drugs.