Tune mere khoon ke cheente udhaye hai ... main teri dajjiyan udha doonga

Lagta hai sode ki bottal ke tarah josh khatam ho gaya hai

Jung ke maidan mein ladne wala har sipahi barabar hota hai

Joh goli se jeeta hai ... woh goli se marta bhi hai

Ajgar apne shikaar ko das kar nahi maarta ... balki usse apne lapet mein jakadkar uski haddiyon ke tukde tukde kar deta hai ... aur uski saanson ka gubaar nikal deta hai

Ek bakri hokar tune sher ki jabde mein haath daala hai

Main tujhe maaf nahin karoonga ... main tujhe aaisa saaf karoonga ... jaise hajaam do baar sabun lagake daari saaf karta hai

Apni atmaraksha mein goli chalana ... hamara manav adhikaar hai, hamara loktantrik adhikaar hai

Ab mujhe khuda bhi nahin rok sakta

Boss maal pakda gaya

Namaz padhne ja rahe hai na aap ... toh Allah se apne liye dua maang lena ... mera babbe yahan na aaye ... kyun ki agar woh yahan aa gaya na, aur usne meri yeh halat dekh li ... toh tere itne chithde karega, itne chithde karega, itne chithde karega, tera poora Pakistan nahi gin payega

Ladaiyan hauslon se jeeti jaati hai ... sankhya, bal aur hathyaaron se nahi

Hamla ... pehla vaar lakh molachi

Ab ek kaam kar, nikal ... varna itna maroonga ki tera dard khud marham se kahega ... ki khud thik hone ki meri halat nahi ... aur mujhe thik karne ki teri aukaat nahi

Gale lagakar peeth mein chhura bhaunke wale bahut hote hai ... lekin main aisa chhura bhaunkungi ki peeth ko cheerte huye samne se dil ko phaadkar niklega

Pistol ke khel ka bas yahi toh mazaa hai ... jisne pehle chalayi uski jeet ... joh chuk gaya uski maut

Jitni himmat mujh mein goli chalane ki hai ... usse kahi zyada himmat goli khane ki hai

Tum logon se baat-cheet karne ke liye hum mein lafzon ki nahi ... goliyon ki zubaan sikhayi jaati hai

License bandook ka nahi ... bandook chalane waale ki himmat ka hona chahiye

Jis shareer mein barso se nafrat aur inteqam ka barood sulagh raha hai ... usse choone ki bhi koshish mat karna ... cheetre udh jayenge tum sab logon ke