If you want to live then stay away from me ... because I can push a coconut through a place from where even a lime won't pass through

I have so many political hands behind me ... that you don't even have that many hairs on your head

Bread is there to be eaten ... and chop is there to be chewed

If the crown on the head is crooked ... then a queen does not look a queen, but a squint eye

The deal for killing will not be done with money ... it will be done with dead bodies

Rowdyism and politics both are bastards from the same father

When the complaints for a son start coming into the house and people start talking about it in the village ... then understand that he has become young

The way I have stirred the threads of destiny ... the best of the best have to bow down in front of me

My name is Lambu Aata ... I will give him the slap of death

Her face is like Sonali, legs are like Raveena and eyes are like Karishma

You have made mine stand ... with anger you have made each one of my hair stand

Become prideless and shameless, never be afraid of anyone ... when someone curses you, laugh a lot

I will rip your skin and spoil your face ... I will make your pieces fly and bury them in a bog

Politics is like a one day cricket match ... in this sometimes the result is decided on the last ball

The kicks of the cow who gives milk and the talks of an unmarried girl ... one has to bear them

People loyal to the law have to beg ... but people unfaithful to the country get to eat the money

I can put my hand into the mouth of the tiger and remove the flesh from his stomach

Let it break and tear if needed, but my position should not come down

The amount of time it takes to put a shroud on a dead body ... in less time than that I can get your police uniform stripped from your body

You have itching from honesty ... you'll itch for your entire life and die ... but you'll get nothing in your hands