Ball Ray Wild Violent,
Rudhir want misadventure.
Want blood of blood,
That's the point towards Ghosho
Want blood of misrule!
Want blood for misery!
He is the oppressor
Want to kill her rule,
Sitting on his chest by kneeling
Breaking his neck and absorbing his murder.
Income Bhim Revenue Violent Hero
Do not get the non-voice tax
He is the miserable that he is
Dil Deen Exile,
Kachi children tied to whipped
Has done this crucify ray
Mothers and sisters have been lazed
This ghostly in the light of the day.
When the water comes in the eye,
Forgive me? She is cowardly!
Hinansashi Mora Matsashi,
Love hypocrisy!
When the enemy is near brother
Raw kalizata chew!
Marie kick her face,
Thata-Thi Rachi Bhim is happy.
Nahi Mora Bhiru Senariya,
We do not care about homes.
The happiness of your house,
Mud's book on the trail.
The mosaic scales on those
They got gale!
Evening-lamp
Our Andaman Island!
Book their love on them
Weird whistle on our side.
Their love,
Hanging blue on us
Their bizarre shots,
Moody's death screams
Enjoying life only,
Moody's at the young age
Whose feet are you?
Soldier dead dead?
Who has been sacrificing animals today,
Buzz did not get cheated in the book.
Why is religion religion?
Who is our brother, who understands?
Why all the rebels?
Why have all the illusion left?
Whose mind is your pain?
The thieves are stolen.
The mud on which the mud,
That is the barrier to come.
Do not fear the housekeeper! Do not fear,
Happiness is not our goal.
Brooch
Troubles on our side
Do not bribe your food- gras,
Do not panic in your homes;
Junk's Mora Fellai body,
The defeat of the king!
Religion is not about Modi,
We have no death-fear!
Those who fear death,
They may be Dharmashajh
Just feel good to humans
Fighter
Righteous! Do not blame him,
The sacrifice is 1, nine and two roasters!
Free land to you,
You deserve the punishment of Mohammad.
I know those arenas
Will be the peacock 3
Do you breathe a little?
What would be bitter to eat?
After a while the bone moore
Your brother Jute tie your pies!
These are the religions of the people who are today
Only murders and sex in China;
They will remember their cars
Those who have eaten in the house?
Nis the paradise in the house,
This hell is dead in hell 4!
The fear-inspiring goddess!
We want to be violent on the rudhi!
Moha shahan? Well, so
Do not come in our way.
Modi's blood-rolling-chariot,
The path of hell,
Give up brother's knowledge-elderly,
We are unbelievers!
What will give more than the grain?
We are ghosts-drunk
Run your religion and chariot,
Moderate thorn in the blood.
We will always say
Want blood for misery!
Do not want religion, do not want to do,
Do not want moksha, all forbidden
To us: Only Halal 5
Dushman-murder red-red-red
1 sacrifice - say we sacrifice.
- Fasting - Fasting
- The clay-house where the pottery is located.
- The hell of hell
- Halal-holy
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