Tere ghar mein calendar hai ... 97 gaur se dekh le, kyun ki 98 tu dekh nahin payega

Saala fakiron ka chehra lekar jurm ke shahenshah se ladne ki koshish mat kar

Haramipan ki badbu aa rahi hai tere baaton se ... ab toh paki ho gayi teri maut mere haathon se

Kafan odhne waale ghante nahin ... gadhiyan ginte hain

Mard ka dil us hi ke paas hota hai ... jiski maa ke dhoodh mein dum hota hai

Dekhne mein bewda, bhagne mein ghoda aur maarne mein hatauda

Kanoon aur bhagwan jab deta hai na, toh chappad phad kar deta hai ... aur jab leta hai, toh thappad maar kar leta hai

Main khodta nahin, sirf dafan karta hoon

Zindagi chahte ho toh humse bachkar rehna ... jahan nimbu nahi jaata wahan nariyal ghusad dete hai

Jiske passport par Shankar maut ka thappa laga deta hai ... usse sirf upar ka visa milta hai

Main tere is kaale color pe laal rang se is tarah se mera naam likhoonga ... jis tarah se policewaale kaagaz par gang war ke report type karte hain

Mere peeche itne siyaasi haath hain ... jitne aapke sar pe baal bhi nahin honge

Abhe oye kangaal bank se bhaagi hui jhooti chavani

Chokri bani hai chedne ke liye ... chatri bani hai kholne ke liye ... chadar bani hai odhne ke liye

Teri halat us aids lagi randi ki tarah ho gayi hai ... jiske paas kabhi koi grahak nahin jaata

Zulm ko fanna karne ke liye maut se takra gaya hai ... tujhse loha lene ke liye, dekh yeh loha aa gaya hai

Main aaj hoon aaj ... jiska aakhi Mumbai shehar pe chalta hai raj

Joh ek baar takkar dene ko aaye ... haar manne ke baad usse kabhi panah mat dena ... haan maut ka haar usse zaroor pehna dena

Collar hilaonga toh dollar girega ... kamar hilaonga toh rupaya girega

Magarmach ke cheenkne se machchar marte hain ... mard nahin

Guru aaya tha toh guru ghantaal bhi aayega ... mere haathon se apni maut ko kabhi taal nahin payega

Jo apun ki baat maanta hai na, usse main Himalaya ke pahad ki choti par bhita deta hoon ... aur joh apun ki baat nahin maanta, usse hari mirch ki chutney par bhita deta hoon

Chalo meri jaan ... chal kar lagayein pyar ki dukaan

Abhe shamshaan ke hone waale mehmaan

Is sanaate ko todne ke liye main maut ka dhamaka karoonga

Ab main bina petrol ki gaadi aur bina nashe ki taadi hoon ... ab main woh phateli sari hoon jisko koi hijhra bhi nahin pehne

Tere mooh mein ghee shakkar ki factory

Main tera woh bura haal karoonga ... joh dimak lakdi ka aur chipkali makdi ka karti hai

Tu woh mard ban gaya hai ... jiski aurat bachcha pehda karne ke liye padausi ke ghar mein jati hai

Saala phateli chaddi pehenne waala meri gaddhi par behetkar noton ki gaddi ginne laga

Sar ka taj tedha ho ... toh rani, rani nahin kaani lagti hai

Maarne waale sun, tu kuch gadi ka mehmaan hai ... teri hi hukumat mein, tujhse jung ka elaan hai

Lohe se loha kut sakta hai ... loha mar nahin sakta

Kuch is tarah se bhunne hain maine taqdeer ke dhaage ... achche achchon ko jhukna padta hai mere aage

Loha ho ya faulad, ya ho pahadon ki aulad ... jamke phatke lagaonga ... yahan meri hukumat hai, tere chakke chudaonga

Kauve ne cheel ka chuma liya ... aur cheel ne chuhe ka bachcha pehda kiya

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

Tere ghar mein mere bachche khelenge ... lekin tujhe daddy kehkar pukarenge

Begairat besharam bano, kisi se kabhi mat darro ... jab koi gaali de, jhi bharke hasso jhi bharke hasso

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

Main woh cinema ka aadha tukda hoon ... jiski keemat show khatam hone ke baad do kaudi ki bhi nahin rehti

Main Dhobi Ghat pe tooteli khaat pe lita lita kar maroonga

Aaisi ulti palti karke maarega ... ki tu khoon ki ulti karke marega

Bheenk mangni parti hain kanoon ke wafaadaron ko ... par maal khane ko milta hai desh ke gaddaron ko