[Intro] [operatic choir singing in Latin with orchestral strings and heavy reverb] [drums and bass enter] [Verse 1] [male rap vocals] Malkovich is a Russian drug lord He usually travels motorcade with his favorite opera singers He came up under Gorbachev, Federation Brigade He sent you an invitation to the orchestra so make sure you're in attendance Malkovich orchestrate 50 planes for your shipment containers on cargo ships with murderous equipment One day business as usual he made 30 billion in sales And had another 30 that needed fulfillment When he got the word he was needed back at headquarters Malkovich was a soldier, he never breaks orders Goes back to Moscow, the buildings with the snowy tops Letting them know he's wanted for murder in Mexico So Malkovich gets upset, speeds straight to Sinaloa with a thousand men [Chorus] [operatic choir returns with dramatic strings] [heavy boom bap drums continue] [Verse 2] [male rap vocals] He just wants smoke, so he told them burn the villages He hadn't cracked a smile in 30 years but he just did The reaction was militant, Sinaloan sentiment They killed a couple hundred Russians from rapid-fire Malkovich ain't give a fuck, maybe he was cursed He looked like the dude from Spider-Man, you first He popped open briefcase, UAVs and launch codes Sonic missile primed, don't forget how he play makes it rain poncho Them Sinaloans wasn't bitch, they mobilized the infantry Rocket launcher whistle high pitch like the symphony Buttons everywhere, green beams like lightning bugs Shouting orders to the team in Spanish like the FIFA Cup The scene was heating up, palm trees on fire Came from detonating bombs, the Russians attached a tripwire That Malkovich know they was close, he hopped down in the tunnel systems to flee from the approach He's got a helicopter sitting in the mountainside in the distance He's got a crib like this in every place he does business in He flies away, ah, watching carnage on display [Outro] [operatic choir fades out with orchestral strings]
