Lyrics: Conney
Music: Conney
Conney joins the game, just don't be superised
They always wanna know how I get this right
When'I rap'and write they just feel my pride
And I show my skills they all open their eyes
They curse me:" why not writ'in mother tongue?"
You should listen to my first song my
My hometown power'also makes me strong'and'I
practice vocal in the morning sun
I will never stop before'I reach my goal
And'I never care'about those so-called foes'
If you wanna stand with' me then I give you my hand'
And'I jus'got'an'idea for a rock and roll band
no princess'and princ'only selfish traitors'
all the lil mother****ers sent to the guillotine
They talk'about their fashion, but'I also get'a passion
I crush them smash them'all lik'an'alien
Pluck violin's string with' western wind and vampire's'eyes now are bleedin'
I Step'on her body, suckin'it dry, which'is for sure cruel'and bloody killing
What you wanna'say with' your awkward English?
Use the app for translating, think it is finished?
Everybody wanna fxxking rap like that, and
everybody wanna make a track like that
Vin jay said he doesn't want you mother****ers destroyin'it
I don't criticiz'autotune but people abusing
revolution begins'I told'you before, just run'away befor'I knock your door
Stupid'assholes think they are ****ing great, cooperating with some mumble creep
let me tell you what'I wanna do right now, see they tremble and they all have to bow
They think they are smart, but they believ'in lies,
****'all'illusions'I open my eyes
I am seen'as black sheep, wanna ask why
They don't wanna face the truth'I am gonna see they cry
So they blame on others, blame on their parents, blame on the dilemma they are facing
and blame on their friends, blame on oppos, but never blame on demselves'and'always keep lying
Knock'em down like playing Mount'and Blade, and blood'on the ground'I guess you need to pray and
They wanna run but they are forced to stay, in the end there will just be heads on the plates ïžïžïž
Johnny Silver hand, bury them in sand, shot'in timberland, I will not get dirts'on my hands
Conney finds gun, let'em all be done, I don't make fun, for sure I will punish the punks
There will be no excuse when I say I'mma do I will just do it at once
They are checking my pronunciation, see I am depressed they are happy to dance
They never pass the ****ing CET-4, if they judge me like before
I spit on their face and curse their fate, make sur'I just do with grace
Welcome to slaughter room, b****