Abhe Chambal ghaati se bagaye hue C-grade ke daku!

Hey you C-grade dacoit on the run from the mountains of Chambal!

Main usko pencil ki tarah cheel daloonga ... uske tukde tukde kar daloonga ... uske tukde kutton ko khilaonga aur kutte billiyon ko khila daloonga

I'll strip him like a pencil ... I'll cut him into pieces ... I'll feed his pieces to the dogs and I'll feed the dogs to the cats