Ice 9 - Sister Cocaine

She was born a poor farmer's daughter
In the outskirts of Bogota
But some of papa's crops found him
On the wrong side of the law

The police seized papa's property
An American stole his wife
The drugs hijacked his mind
The cartel took his life

That Nun's got Guns
gleaming gold ones
But no one knows her name
cops and cartel they all call her Cocaine
Sister Cocaine

She's sweating her barreta
she's shaking in her habit
Poised to pounce the Don
on the signal from the abbot

Now she's crouching in a corner
And Striking Without warning
a mercenary missionary
dealing deadly with the dealers

That Nun's got Guns
gleaming gold ones
And now she's at the gate
Sister Cocaine with
a grin, two glocks and a grenade