All of this started mere ghar k paas, mere dost rehte hai mere aas paas.. jab bhi hum milte hai peete hai grass, shaam hote hi hath meh bottle r glass.. fir socha ki kyu na kre kuchh khaas, sab kuchh chhodke hai shuru kre raas... lagaake amplifier switch on kiya bass, tere bhai ne kaha tha na k kuchh karunga khaas... saale kaminey log, faaltu nhi bolte... baatei nahi chhodte... muh nahi kholte... kyun ....unn-sabki hai,humne gand maari kyunki.... usne hai chedi thi naari.... kyu...kyunki tha woh balaatkaari.... par beta mera naam hai babua Shikari... yo....babua Shikari.... yo....babua Shikari.... fir socha ki kyu na laaun ek guitar... dhoondne gya mai daryaganj-aur-big bazaar... paise maange dad se toh padi mujhe maar..... fir,tere bhai ne bhi aakhir pee bottle chaar... I saw many people who started Rock bands... they used to drugs and the beers which were canned... they blamed it on the holy land... but then.. they never took the stand...!! Atlast i thought of making-my-own-rap... whether you cheer or-just-say crap... But if you clap...take a snap...i will just say its a Rap..and holy scrap!!