The rate of flour and lentils

Oye, you shuttup please, I am speaking

Remain in your timings, with anger my legs are creaking

Not one flea crawls on your ears

My blood has dried up from fears

Upside down thief gives hard time to sherrif

If I took loan I have paid the tarriff

I will teach you the rate of flour and lentils; ring your brick from brick

I will make you nine two eleven; we were once friends thick.

The ghosts of legs do not agree with talks

I will make you a cockerel that squacks.

I will say this on the injury of the donkey

One’s heart is pained through friendship with a monkey

Cooking butter does not come with straight fingers

If I am a paindu, then you are a KFC Zinger.

Stop hitting your foot with axe

Remove from your ears the wax

This is a thing of feelings

Before my strength there are many kneelings.

Look inside your shirt collar

And dance not on the fingers of the US dollar.

If you do not correct your holy place, you will rub your ankles and die

I will issue you a receipt to hell to fry.

You fall behind in the life race

Be mocked at place place

There is no oil in these moles; Is wisdom greater or cow?

I fell from the sky got stuck in a date, how I will cut my nights now.

With you it is Tuesday in the jungle

For the peacock to dance in the forest was a bungle.

You always straighten your owl

Lentils is equal to the homebred fowl

From which field do you radish belong?

We are sleeping erected long

Have you come here new cutie?

Maula does not die until Maula fulfils his duty.

(ab kai bachrai tau kababon main milaingai)