| Song | Tour Shit |
| Artist | Seedhe Maut |
| Album | Still on a Lunch Break |
| Written by | Seedhe Maut |
| Produced by | Seedhe Maut |
Tour Shit Seedhe Maut Lyrics
Delhi ki garmi mein chaloon,
Mujhe bol, “Loo” Aaja tujhe
Kavita ki kaliyon mein
Tol doon
Calm hai tera papa,
Tu bhatija mera, bhondu
Mangalwar vrat, budhwar ko
Main kha jaaun tera whole crew
Aadaten Nithari-si, ye sare
Mera soul food Aadat hai
Bahane ki to de raha
Inhen moksh hoon
Aadat hai chabane ki,
Tera adam’s apple khol doon
Main sahi mein Seedhe Maut
Hoon, haan (Rrrah)
Jaata tha Gindi ke mele
Mein, Pannalal bola, main
Mukaddar ka Sikandar Pannalal
Ek gadha tha,
Vo ghoomta tha circus
Mein jaise koi madari
Aur bandar Teen saal
Baad suna,
“Pannalal gaya mar”, Navbharat Times
Pe chhapi khabar (Aanh) Laga
Mujhe sign hai ye, kasi
Maine kamar,
Bana Encore kyun ki
Banna mujhe amar Aur maine
Chhodi nahin koi kasar (Ayy)
Ye sare motherfakar,
Ab hain kha rahe merepe
Fakhr (Ayy) Main khodun baal
Ki khal nahin, main bas
Khodun inki qabr
Hain launde yahan 96 se
Faile hain 71, rahein sadakon
Pe satark (That’s facts) Hotel
Ke floor pe hai OG
Ki khushboo ka kabza “Kaun
Baitha room mein?” Staff ko
Bhi pata hai Ghar kara
Freehold, sar pe nahi
Kisi ka karza (Rrrah) Aur
Hai laundo ke kamron mein
Naye sheher mein nai bandi
Iced out chain’ein gale mein nai
Thandi Old Monk ke laundo
Ko Henny ke shot dete
Nahi bhandi Jebon mein naya
Paisa, badan mein nai garmi (Aanh)
Dene ke liye rakhi in
Bhadvon mein nai dandi Gale
Pe baandhi in kutton ke
Nai ghanti
Bazaar hai music ka, kholi
Hai nai mandi (Woo) Do
Munh hain, saanpon se zara
Bhi nahi banti (Aah)
TBSM, DL91 Era Agar main
Bol raha hoon, “Tera bhai
Seedhe Maut” to tu hai
Bhai mera, ji, haan
And if you don’t know,
They call him, “Calm” Foonk
Raha hoon OG alag sheher
Mein
Aaj raat saath dimaag hai
Jo ki zeher hai Bheja
Mera dead end, dhuyen se
Hai faded
Do bottle down, ruke nahi
Laundo ki Jameson Do rakhun
Crown lekin ek hi rakho
Pay cheque
Slim Shady, Weezy, F Baby
Ho ya Premchand Seedhe Maut
Ne seekha sabhi se aur
Kara game end
Ops pe bomb drop, jab
Top dikha vacant Blunt kare
Blunt roll, Mo tale bacon
Naush aur hum bakchod, gine
Jaen payment Wo janen tere
Yaar, bhai, hue kitne chheh
Din Bawe, nahi hai pyar
Ye industry mein way in
Tum chadho do seedhi nahi
And the hoas start faking
Kutton ko cake chahiye, game
Maange saving
Ye goli maange naam aur
Wo chori maange same sheet
I bend it like David,
Hoon Vince when the pay hit
Yahan ka nahi hoon, kehte,
“Fourth kind and the most high”
Aadhi neend mein likhoon, Muay
Thai lage pen fight
Inke career se bada jota
Hai, moot aae bharam pe
Na chhoo paen kalam, ye
Hain too far
Dhool chaat, gaanden nahi Gaadi
Push start kari, chaabi daali
Nahi Bhand hoon, saath hai
Samay, chale comedy
Janoon tum tak pahunchne ke
Sau tarikae Ab bhi, chale
Haathi, kutte bhaunken par is
Haathi ko talash hai khali mauke ki (Rrrah)
Ab baaton ki baaten bane
Fatafat Lakhon ki baaten bhi
Yahan lage normal Hai ye
Normal nahin, I’m used to it
Hai Seedhe Maut anomaly Yahan
Foonken daily sau kali, akele
Haandun, bhai ko chahiye chauffeur
Nahin, bas more money
Aur inki maa ko choden
Mere vocal hi It’s so
Funny ki rapper’on ko lage
Hain ye top pe, hain ye tope pe hi
Ab bhi spittin’ dope, hoon
Hero locally Aaj din hai
Mera kyun ki kaafi raaten
Kaati so ke nahi
Seedhe Maut beech DL91 Tera
Bhai Seedhe Maut
