Jis tarah train ke aane par station kaapne lagta hain na ... ussi tarah mere khauf ka bhukaar, tum sab ko kaapne par majboor kar dega

The way a station shivers when a train arrives ... just like that the fear of my fever, will force you all to shiver

Mera naam hai Lambu Aata ... saale ko doonga maut ka chaata

My name is Lambu Aata ... I will give him the slap of death

Hum janwaron ka nahin ... insaanon ka shikaar karte hai

I don't hunt animals ... I hunt humans

Main gareebo ke liye hero hoon ... aur tum jaise logon ke liye villain ... naam hai mera Shankar, hoon main Gunda No.1

I am a hero for the poor ... and a villain for people like you ... my name is Shankar and I am Goon No.1

Pehle tere maathe par hai maut ka sehra sajne waala ... phir meri gundagardi ka hai dunka bajne waala

First death will decorate on your forehead ... then the drums of my rowdyism will be played

Mera naam hai Chutiya ... aachoon aachoon ki khadi karta hoon main khatiya

My name is Chutiya ... I straighten the cot of very smart people

Tujhe banakar maut ke mooh ka nivala ... tere seene mein gaad doonga main maut ka bhala

After I make you into morsel for death ... I will pierce the spear of death in your chest

Gundagiri ko khatam karne ke liye ... mujhe gunda banna padega

To end rowdyism ... I'll have to become a rowdy

Mera naam hai Lambu Aata ... saale ko doonga maut ka chaata

My name is Lambu Aata ... I will give him the slap of death

Mera naam hai Chutiya ... aachoon aachoon ki khadi karta hoon main khatiya

My name is Chutiya ... I straighten the cot of very smart people

Desh ke dushman tera hoga mooh kaala ... aaj Bulla ka janaza hai uthne waala

The enemy of the country your face will be made black ... because today Bulla's funeral will be taken out

Khada kar diya hai mera ... gusse se ek ek baal khada kar diya hai

You have made mine stand ... with anger you have made each one of my hair stand

Main hoon jurm se nafrat karne waala ... sharifon ke liye jyoti, gundon ke liye jwala

I am someone who hates crime ... light for the noble, flames for the goons

Supari ka sauda noton se nahin ... laashon se hoga

The deal for killing will not be done with money ... it will be done with dead bodies

Bheegi hui cigarette kabhi jalegi nahin ... aur yeh tay hain ki ... teri maut ki tarikh kabhi talegi nahin

A wet cigarette will not light ... and it is definite that ... your date of death will not get delayed

Desh ke dushman tera hoga mooh kaala ... aaj Bulla ka janaza hai uthne waala

The enemy of the country your face will be made black ... because today Bulla's funeral will be taken out

Lashein is tarah se tapkengi ... jaise nanne munne bachche ki noni se pishaab tapakta hai ... tap tap

Dead bodies will fall just like ... pee drips from a baby boys penis ... tip tip

Kasam khakar aagaya hai inteqam ka yeh angaraa ... bajaonga aaj teri maut ka nakaraa

The fire of revenge has taken a vow ... to play the drums of your death today

Tere andhar aag bhar degi yeh goli ... phir tu phaad dega uski choli

This pill will build fire within you ... then you will tear her bodice

Gundagiri ko khatam karne ke liye ... mujhe gunda banna padega

To end rowdyism ... I'll have to become a rowdy

Zyada badbad karke, apni zindagi mein maut ki gadbad mat kar

Don't talk to much rubbish, and disorder the death in your life

Marne ke baad bhi unki botiyan ... dard se tadapti rahengi

Even after dying their body chops ... will wriggle with pain

Hamare samne tumhari wahi aukaad hai ... joh kainchi ke samne kapde ki hoti hai

Your status in front of us is the same ... as the status of cloth in front of scissors

Tere andhar aag bhar degi yeh goli ... phir tu phaad dega uski choli

This pill will build fire within you ... then you will tear her bodice

Mera naam hai Pote ... joh apne baap ke bhi nahi hote

My name is Pote ... and not even my father trusts me

Pehle tere maathe par hai maut ka sehra sajne waala ... phir meri gundagardi ka hai dunka bajne waala

First death will decorate on your forehead ... then the drums of my rowdyism will be played

Bheegi hui cigarette kabhi jalegi nahin ... aur yeh tay hain ki ... teri maut ki tarikh kabhi talegi nahin

A wet cigarette will not light ... and it is definite that ... your date of death will not get delayed

Mera naam hai Pote ... joh apne baap ke bhi nahi hote

My name is Pote ... and not even my father trusts me

Lashein is tarah se tapkengi ... jaise nanne munne bachche ki noni se pishaab tapakta hai ... tap tap

Dead bodies will fall just like ... pee drips from a baby boys penis ... tip tip

Kasam khakar aagaya hai inteqam ka yeh angaraa ... bajaonga aaj teri maut ka nakaraa

The fire of revenge has taken a vow ... to play the drums of your death today

Gundagiri ko khatam karne ke liye ... mujhe gunda banna padega

To end rowdyism ... I'll have to become a rowdy

Main hoon jurm se nafrat karne waala ... sharifon ke liye jyoti, gundon ke liye jwala

I am someone who hates crime ... light for the noble, flames for the goons

Badshah ki behen ho ya fakir ki beti ... ek na ek din aati hai mard ke neeche bajane ke liye seeti

Whether it is the sister of a king or the daughter of a beggar ... there comes a day when she comes to a man to blow the whistle

Main un logo ki gundagiri ko maut ki woh vardi pehnaonga ... jise kafan kehte hai, kafan

I'll make their rowdyism wear a uniform of death ... which is called shroud, shroud

Dholak toh hijre bajate hain ... aur jab mard bajane par aata hai ... toh dunka bajata hai

Tabor is played by eunuchs ... when a man comes to play ... he plays the drums

Itihaas badalne waale ka naam, kabhi itihaas mein nahin hota hai

One who changes history, you won't find their name in history

Dholak toh hijre bajate hain ... aur jab mard bajane par aata hai ... toh dunka bajata hai

Tabor is played by eunuchs ... when a man comes to play ... he plays the drums

Mera naam hai Ibu Hatela ... maa meri chudail ki beti, baap mera shaitan ka chela ... khayega kela?

My name is Ibu Hatela ... my mother is a daughter of a bitch, my father is a servant of satan ... want to eat a banana?

Dholak toh hijre bajate hain ... aur jab mard bajane par aata hai ... toh dunka bajata hai

Tabor is played by eunuchs ... when a man comes to play ... he plays the drums

Mera naam hai Ibu Hatela ... maa meri chudail ki beti, baap mera shaitan ka chela ... khayega kela?

My name is Ibu Hatela ... my mother is a daughter of a bitch, my father is a servant of satan ... want to eat a banana?

Hum janwaron ka nahin ... insaanon ka shikaar karte hai

I don't hunt animals ... I hunt humans

Roti hoti hai khane ke liye ... aur boti hoti hai chabane ke liye

Bread is there to be eaten ... and chop is there to be chewed

Mera naam hai Lambu Aata ... saale ko doonga maut ka chaata

My name is Lambu Aata ... I will give him the slap of death

Pehle tere maathe par hai maut ka sehra sajne waala ... phir meri gundagardi ka hai dunka bajne waala

First death will decorate on your forehead ... then the drums of my rowdyism will be played

Jis tarah train ke aane par station kaapne lagta hain na ... ussi tarah mere khauf ka bhukaar, tum sab ko kaapne par majboor kar dega

The way a station shivers when a train arrives ... just like that the fear of my fever, will force you all to shiver

Jab yeh kapda kafan bankar kisi ko lipat jata hai na ... tab usse dafan hona hi parta hai

When this cloth wraps around someone as a shroud ... then that person has to be buried

Zyada badbad karke, apni zindagi mein maut ki gadbad mat kar

Don't talk to much rubbish, and disorder the death in your life

Face Sonali, taange Raveena aur aankhen Karishma

Her face is like Sonali, legs are like Raveena and eyes are like Karishma

Mera naam hai Bulla ... rakhta hoon khulla

My name is Bulla ... I keep it open

Tujhe banakar maut ke mooh ka nivala ... tere seene mein gaad doonga main maut ka bhala

After I make you into morsel for death ... I will pierce the spear of death in your chest

Gundagiri aur netagiri dono ek hi baap ki do harami aulad hai

Rowdyism and politics both are bastards from the same father

Mera naam hai Ibu Hatela ... maa meri chudail ki beti, baap mera shaitan ka chela ... khayega kela?

My name is Ibu Hatela ... my mother is a daughter of a bitch, my father is a servant of satan ... want to eat a banana?

Supari ka sauda noton se nahin ... laashon se hoga

The deal for killing will not be done with money ... it will be done with dead bodies

Khada kar diya hai mera ... gusse se ek ek baal khada kar diya hai

You have made mine stand ... with anger you have made each one of my hair stand

Jal gaya hai badan teri behen ka ... kar bandobast ab Lambu Aata ke kafan ka

Your sister's body has been burnt ... now make preparations for the shroud of Lambu Aata

Bheegi hui cigarette kabhi jalegi nahin ... aur yeh tay hain ki ... teri maut ki tarikh kabhi talegi nahin

A wet cigarette will not light ... and it is definite that ... your date of death will not get delayed

Tujhe banakar maut ke mooh ka nivala ... tere seene mein gaad doonga main maut ka bhala

After I make you into morsel for death ... I will pierce the spear of death in your chest

Main un logo ki gundagiri ko maut ki woh vardi pehnaonga ... jise kafan kehte hai, kafan

I'll make their rowdyism wear a uniform of death ... which is called shroud, shroud

Gundagiri aur netagiri dono ek hi baap ki do harami aulad hai

Rowdyism and politics both are bastards from the same father

Zyada badbad karke, apni zindagi mein maut ki gadbad mat kar

Don't talk to much rubbish, and disorder the death in your life

Hamare samne tumhari wahi aukaad hai ... joh kainchi ke samne kapde ki hoti hai

Your status in front of us is the same ... as the status of cloth in front of scissors

Kasam khakar aagaya hai inteqam ka yeh angaraa ... bajaonga aaj teri maut ka nakaraa

The fire of revenge has taken a vow ... to play the drums of your death today