Текст песни God Mode - RAKHT

Maare rappers daale body bags mai
Maare rappers daale body bags mai
Maare rappers daale

You can call the police abhi, I don't mind
Grind karu taaki abhi bhai log khaaye
Rise karu bheed se toh log chid jaye
250 gaye, 250 aaye
Why so rude motherfucker?, sun motherfucker
Tu bane rude motherfucker, bol pencil
Khoon! Khoon! Khoon motherfucker, mere pen se
Boom boom boom shakalaka meri pencil
Jo bhi likhu sach hota jaara and they praising
Ape shit, pen game strong it's amazing
Rakht hai sweet, par thoda crazy
Exposure? (Nah bitch) Pay me!
Payment? nahi nahi nahi we don't do that
Hum exposure dete
I'm Lex Luthor bete
Khaata mai gardan aur taange chabadi
Mai dracula baby
Uthaara mai peti

(God Mode)
Dikha mat tu tezi
(God Mode)
Ilaake mai tere
(God Mode)
Ye katta h desi
(God Mode)
Chilaana mat baby
(God Mode)
Dikha mat tu tezi
(God Mode)
Dikha mat tu tezi

Sunu na kisiki jaise, Beethoven
Mere opps jaise IPL, 20 over
Mary Kom maare punches, peace over
Teri jaati vaati chalegi nai bheedo par
Teri jaali baate chalegi nai screeno par
Meri kaali gaadi bhage abhi meelo tak
Meri windows down, meri bitch upar
Rep kare poora town mai hu beast mode mai
Mai yaha kheech bhot deta abhi bottley
Thokte bhosde doglo key
Toh hosh mai ghoshna
Bolna soch ke
Tolna volna chhodh toh de
Meri force hai josh mai, dost hai foes nai
Kholde sar, koi bol toh de
Mai toh lost hu, ghost hu hoes pe
Roz ke chochle jhilte ni phone pe bhi
Mehfooz hai roz ke kaand
Jo kare the hosh mai nai
Dilli ke shows pe bhai
Dill leke chhodhta nahi
Pill leke sota nahi
Din mai bhi kholta nahi
Aakhe band aur mai sochta nahi
Chaate thuut pe mai chhodta jab
Khaali baate mai chodta nahi

(God Mode)
Maare rappers daale body bags mai
(God Mode)
Maare rappers daale body bags mai
(God Mode)
Maare rappers daale body bags mai
(God Mode)