dont reject me, i am a learner
mujhe seekhne do, aankhe senkne do
hey gun apni loaded hai, target bhi coded hai
trigger pe ungli hai, man ek dum jungli hai
aankho me masti hai, harqat yeh sasti hai
oh my lord come date

man ko tune sataya, tan ko tune lubhaya
mujhse yeh kya karwaya ho ho ho ho
man ko tune sataya, tan ko tune lubhaya
daman pe daag lagaya ho

om shri hunterr teen sau teen come on kill me yeah baby
om shri hunterr teen sau teen please kill me
dont be naughty baby

ab mujhko na uksao, marna hai to bhid jaao
gun meri teen sau teen lunga main ek pe ek free
hunterr ki yeh lori gaaye har ek chhori

man ko tune sataya, tan ko tune lubhaya
mujhse yeh kya karwaya ho ho ho ho
man ko tune sataya, tan ko tune lubhaya
daman pe daag lagaya ho

om shri hunterr teen sau teen come on kill me yeah baby
om shri hunterr teen sau teen please kill me

Do not cast me out, I am a seeker.
Let me learn, let my eyes drink in the light.
The gun, it is loaded, the target, encoded.
A finger poised on the trigger, a mind, a wild beast.
Mischief dances in the eyes, these actions, cheap.
Oh my Lord, come, deliver me from fate.
You tormented my soul, you seduced my flesh,
What have you made me do?
You tormented my soul, you seduced my flesh,
You stained my garment.

Om Shri Hunter Three-Zero-Three, come on, kill me, yeah baby!
Om Shri Hunter Three-Zero-Three, please kill me!
Don't be naughty, baby.

Do not provoke me further, if you wish to die, then come, join the throng.
My gun, Three-Zero-Three, buy one, get one free.
The hunter's lullaby, sung by every maiden.
You tormented my soul, you seduced my flesh,
What have you made me do?
You tormented my soul, you seduced my flesh,
You stained my garment.

Om Shri Hunter Three-Zero-Three, come on, kill me, yeah baby!
Om Shri Hunter Three-Zero-Three, please kill me!