Mera naam hai Ghorpade ... aur mere samne achche achche ghidpade

My name is Ghorpade ... and even the best of the best fall in front of me

Tumhari gardan ke naap ka phanda tayyar kar liya hai maine

I have prepared a hangman's knot for the size of your neck

Sachai ki chaadar hamesha choti padh jaati hai ... sar dhako toh pair khul jaate hai aur pair dhako toh sar nanga

The blanket of truth always falls short ... when you cover your head then the legs open up and when you cover your legs then the head opens up

Jab chacha Shaadilal par chhod di hai baat ... toh koi na koi rishta zaroor aayega haath

When you have trust in your uncle Shaadilal ... then some connection will definitely come forward

Yeh saala bhoolne ki aadat main kab bhoolunga

When will I forget this habit of forgetting

Jaise daane daane par khane waale ka naam likha hota hai ... vaise hi meri har goli par marne waale ka naam hota hai

Just like on every bite of food is written the name of the person who will eat it ... just like that on every bullet of mine is written the name of the person who will die from it

Naam hai mera Hatela Hitler ... meri makkari ke samne Hitler bhi ban jaata hai butler

My name is Hatela Hitler ... and in front of cunningness even Hitler becomes a butler

Tum aur hum kachre ke dher se uthne waali woh badbu hai ... jisko zamane ki naak kabhi seh nahi sakti ... aur kachra chahe kitna bhi saaf ho jaye usse badbu hi uthti hai

You and I are the smell that comes out from a pile of garbage ... which can never be tolerated by the nose of the world ... and no matter how clean garbage becomes it still smells

Kyun ki mera colour black hai, kaleja black hai aur uske andar ka khoon bhi black hai ... is liye main tujhe blackmail kar raha hoon

Because my (skin) colour is black, my heart is black and the blood inside it is also black ... that's why I'm blackmailing you