Moosedrilla

Hey, listen to me, you girl from Chandigarh

Your beauty is like a sharp sword

But yours truly [Jatt: a member of the land-owning agricultural community known for pride and lifestyle] is known as the one from the village Moosa

This [Jatt] is known as the one from the village Moosa

I am the master of a six-foot-long barrel

My lineage is a murderous one

My lineage is a murderous one

And my brothers [Yaar: close friends/brothers; carries significant cultural weight regarding loyalty] are just like me

They cut down and discard the enemies

They cut down and discard the enemies

Just like a butcher in a marketplace

I am hazardous to your health

Don't throw those flirtatious glances at me

I am hazardous to your health

Don't throw those flirtatious glances at me

I am hazardous to your health

Don't throw those flirtatious glances at me

With just one move, I can fill up

The front page of tomorrow's newspaper

That person never rises again

That person never rises again

Once I place my heavy weight upon them

In your city, they roam on bikes

Roaming the city on bikes

Is my flock of shooters

In whose hands there dance

In whose hands there dance

Those stars of your industry [Playful taunt to other suitors, suggesting the singer has already 'won' the girl]

I said, those stars of your industry

I said, those stars of your industry

On a satellite phone

I conduct my business

Deciding who to send to the heavens and when

Deciding who to send to the heavens and when

And from where the hit should be made

You appear in advertisements for makeup

You appear in advertisements for makeup

While I deal in the trade of corpses

Our union is difficult, my sweet girl

Our union is difficult, my sweet girl

Don't try to force a connection in vain

Don't try to force a connection in vain

Don't try to force a connection in vain

Real, real

One crore, two crores is just fun for me [Khokha: slang for ten million/one crore]

Without looking, I tear them apart, my reputation is old

Life is a girl who is dying for me

Whatever she is told, she does

I squeeze out the oil, there is no flattery here

Sidhu is with me and he doesn't just smile for anyone

I don't have a taste for that two-day fame

I speak of legends, he doesn't die

I burned the letter, the hashish is right

God comes first, otherwise I fear nothing

There isn't a corner of this country that isn't conquered

This first-class ticket is out of your league

We don't just rap

We don't lack those seven-figure deals

My whole gang is lit, they don't match with anyone

After committing sins, we don't just talk

We go to temples and we also offer prayers [Namaz: Islamic prayer]

We are the showstoppers, we don't crash parties

We roll it up and then we don't just rap

One phone call and it's straight "Brrrrr"

Louis shades, bare feet

Men are like fruits, rappers take care

Gully Gang [Self-reference to DIVINE's crew] left Bombay city

Divine [Self-reference to the artist] your brother is a real lion

From the slums, now we are millionaires

RD 350 [Classic motorcycle] in sixth gear

A Cuban link chain, everything is heavy taste

The situation is hot, I've changed my number

I am occupied with the legal cases in Delhi

These cases are my only family now

I don't associate with anyone else

I don't associate with anyone else

Neither inside the circle nor outside

My life is behind bars

My life is behind bars

And my links reach across the borders

The five are out to hang me [Reference to the government/authorities]

The five are out to hang me

This current government of the time

This current government of the time

This current government of the time

This is my way of living

But the world calls it arrogance

They label my thoughts as militant

They label my thoughts as militant

The ideologies that I write down

I sing the songs of death

I sing the songs of death

Moose Wala [Self-reference to the artist] is no street performer

Moose Wala is no street performer

Moose Wala is no street performer