Hindustan se gaddari karne waalon ka raasta ... seedhe kabristan jaata hai

Baarah junglee kutte milkar sher ko maar daalte hai

Gandhi bola hinsa nahi karneka ... koi manaa? ... pistol dikhake bolta na, saale sab maan jaate

Is gun ki partner yeh goli hai ... kabhi dhokha nahin deti ... jahan jati hai jaan leke rehti hai

Between two legs itna danda maarenge ... ki na bajne layak rahoge na bajane layak

Apni line mein sab log gutter se nikalkar aate hai ... kuch log upar nikal jaate hai ... aur kuch log goli khakar vapas gattar mein gir jaate hai

Joh zindagi mujhse takrati hai ... woh sisak-sisakar dum todhti hai

Pistol ki thandi nali jab kanpatti pe lagti hai na ... tab zindagi aur maut ka fark samajh mein aata hai

Yeh Punjab hai Punjab ... yahan pehle goli marte hai ... phir shayad laash se kuch baat karlein

Jin ungliyon ko ghode ki aadat lag jaaye ... un mein lagaam daalna mushkil ho jaata hai

Apun pe joh haath dalta hai ... apun uski phaad dalta hai

Is pistol mein teen zindagi, teen maut bandh hai ... dekhen kisse kya milta hai

Paap se dharti phati, adharm se aasmaan, atyachaar se kaanpi insaaniyat, raj kar rahe haivaan ... jinki hogi taqat apoorv, jinka hoga nishana abhed, joh karenge inka sarvanaash ... woh kehlayenge Tridev!

Tune ek kadam bhi aage badhaya toh talwarein chal jayengi ... aur tere is saathi ki choti choti botiyan banke hawa mein bikhar jayengi

Jis din tu isse zindagi dega ... main isse maut doonga, maut, sirf maut!

Mera maatha garam hai, doodh ki tarah ubal jaata hoon ... aaj ubloonga nahi ... phatoonga

Mere mann ko bhaya ... main kutta kaat ke khaya

Chalo utho ... abhi tumhe bahut pitna hai

Is rajya mein sirf do log uska naam lete hai ... tum aur main ... tum ki apni maut se pehle usse aakhri baar dekh pao ... main taa ki ek baar aur usse apne haathon se maar paon

Che goli aur aadmi teen ... bahut nainsaafi hai yeh