[Verse 1]

I feel like Hasisi
Cut your throat act like I'm cheeky
Tubs full of blood
Pass my martini
Y'all are so teeny
Where is my father
I wanna murder
The whore jumping on dicks like John carter
Crafting my dagger
Oh sorry sorry
I can't be a doctor slash engineer
The Indian burden

[Verse 2]

Religion's the order
Caste is the fodder
Cattle been feeding
Kettle is boiling
Kashmir is calling
Calling it Kashi won't solve your problems
Ballers are cashing
Jio's been laughing
377 causing hysteria like 26/11
Something burning in the oven
Seconds ago saw my sister with my uncle
Now I see her lying on the fields with her organs open
Nation's built on millions of fucking martyrs
Rods coming out the wall of innocent women
Riding from Dwarka
Land of the dead
These self righteous vultures
Willing to fuck even the carcass