Aaj hum tumhare andhar chupe hue tamaam kaale kutte bahar nikalkar ... tumhara ghost nochne ke liye tum hi pe chhod denge

Hum ladta nahi, ladwata hai ... hum karta nahi, karwata hai ... hum maarta nahi, marwata hai

Hindustan unka hai jinke haath mein pistol hai ... shehar se gaon tak pistol ki hukumat chalti hai, pistol ka samvidhaan chalta hai, pistol ka kanoon chalta hai

Taqat, bandook ki nali se ubharti hai

Chamdi ukhaadkar tera chehra bhigaad doonga ... tukde udaakar tere dal-dal mein gaad doonga

Main Dhobi Ghat pe tooteli khaat pe lita lita kar maroonga

Pehle usse harana hai ... aur phir maarna hai

Agar main bach gaya na ... toh tu nahin bachega

Mujhe tumhaare is behte hue khoon ki kasam

Tere samne joh khada hai woh Mahatma Gandhi ka aadhar zaroor karta hai ... lekin poojta Chhatrapati Shivaji Maharaj ko hai

Saale itna todhunga na tujhe ... koi budget jodh nahi payega

Hisaab kitaab ke tarazu ke dono palhalde agar barabar nahi hue na ... toh main apna ek account kholta hoon ... aur uska naam hai dhulai account

Hilna nahi ... hilega toh dobara life mein hilne ka chance nahi milega

Agar police ke paas jaakar shaanpatti karne ki koshish ki ... toh kaan ke neeche capsule laga doonga

Kutta jab tak wafaadari kare usse bhar-pet khilao ... aur jab pagal ho jaye usse goli maar do

Naye naye chaku ki dhaar bahut tezz aur vaar bahut gehra hota hai

Maut ke baad maut ... tumhe kai mauten maroonga

Agar tu ghar mein chupa raha toh chuhe ki maut maara jayega ... aur agar bahar nikal aaya toh geedar ki maut ... bol tujhe kaunsi maut chahiye?

Agar teri goli usse miss karegi ... toh meri goli tujhe kiss karegi

Agar aaj shaam tak woh ghar wapas nahi lauta ... toh main dimaag ki jagah apne haathon ka istamal karoonga ... joh ki main yakeen se keh sakta hoon, utne hi tezz aur mazboot hai jitna ki mera dimaag