It is a very thin leg piece ... did this chicken have polio?

This is the local area of Arabs ... here only the smart people look good acting smart ... not the police

These are not eyes they are a camera ... and this camera has recognized the artist inside you

Please cry a little on my behalf also

Your life is in confinement, so go ahead and free yourself ... go ahead and destroy yourself in love ... I want to taste your honey like voice through my ears ... so go ahead and become the sweet taste of my love

Are you hitting on me thinking I am a graduate?

What Delhi city is this, no one has a heart here

I had asked for tea, is it coming from the parliament or what?

God knew it that whether a man does anything or not, he will drink alcohol for sure ... that's why he gave a man one mind, one face, one heart ... but he gave two kidneys, so that if one goes bad then the man can still function with the other one

That is the crown, that is the throne, that is poison, that is a drink ... this is the land of god, this is the ruler of statues ... my house burnt with ease, but you'll have no problems ... somebody has paid me to be quiet, and this pen is a slave of someone

Keep this gun in your underwear ... I'm from Bihar ... I'll spit on it and make a hole in your head

Here there is value of a dress but not of a person ... give me less alcohol but give me in a big glass

One should not touch someone else's suitcase and someone else's wife

I'll fire so many bullets on your back side that smoke will come out when you shit ... and that to in a slow manner

You've done something to my heart ... that neither I'm living nor I'm dead ... what the hell has happened to me

In our line a man is not killed with a weapon ... he is killed with information

In this world the underworld ... runs on mercy and greed of the police

Fear is our business ... when we look into someone's eyes, then that person should accidentally pee

A promise is a promise, but I can even drink poison ... the only condition is that, someone has to take me in their arms

In a serious world you don't ask for the address of the killer ... the stolen hearts of the lovers will tell you where the unfaithful one lives