The cartel runs the town like a furnace. They burn rivals alive in oil drums. They call it el horno . The oven.
He wasn’t laughing when he saw his own sins melting his eyes out. [3/12]
I said, “You don’t own the fire.”
The cartel runs the town like a furnace. They burn rivals alive in oil drums. They call it el horno . The oven.
He wasn’t laughing when he saw his own sins melting his eyes out. [3/12] ghost rider cartel twitter
I said, “You don’t own the fire.”