Andha bhi maut ke ehsaas se ghabrata hai ... tu toh aankhon ke hote hue khud hi maut ke mooh mein chala aaya

Ab tak tera muqabla buzdilon se hua hai ... jab samna is mard se hoga na ... toh teri yeh sher banne ki galatphami door ho jayegi

Itna maroonga tujhe itna maroonga ki meri behen toh kya ... tu apni hone waali biwi ko bhi behen kahega

Mere bahadur saathiyon ... nikal aao bahar aur laashon se bhar do is shehar ko ... jala do, raakh kardo, ek bhi zinda na rahe

Goli ke bagair pistol bekaar hai ... aur akal ke bagair dono bekaar hai

Jisne tumhari maang ka sindoor mittaya hai ... tumhari kasam main usse is duniya se mitta doonga

Jinka maal pakda jaata hai ... unki maut unki zindagi ko pakad leti hai

Tumhari building ko police ne charon taraf se gher rakha hai ... aur agar main do minute ke andar andar yahan se bahar nahi gaya ... toh tumhari aur is building ki dhajjiyan udaa di jayengi

Main tujhe aaisi maut maroonga ... joh maut kisi dushman ne kisi dushman ko bhi na di hogi

Main us haramzade ko aaisi bhayanak maut doonga ... ki kaali duniya ka har mujrim gaddari ke naam se kaanp uthega

Krishna Prasad maut ki diary mein ek baar jiska naam likh deta hai ... usse yamraj bhi nahi mitta sakta

Ek bhi goli chali ... toh jaan kisi ki bhi jaye ... maare tum log jaoge

Hum jis mission par hai ... us mein goliyon ka hisaab nahi diya jaata

Ek doonga rakhke mooh pe ... soo jayega Juhu pe

Main tere napaak khoon se haath nahi rangoonga

Itni laashen bicha doonga ... ki log Jallianwala Bagh ko bhool jayenge

Hamare line mein reham nahi hai

Jab tak koi awaaz nahi hogi ... tab tak tum zinda rahoge

Zindagi mein tune jitne paap kiye hai ... aaj main tujhe utne hi zakhm dunga

Jaan bachane ke liye jaan deni bhi padti hai ... kabhi kabhi