The Irish flag will raise above,
All those who hated take a bow.
The King is back, he's full of hunger,
In octagon like storm and thunder.
A tiger's waiting for his pray,
All others listen and obey.
His soul is full of burning rage,
He's ready to tear up the cage.
Who talk too much better be silent,
Because gorilla will be violent.
The King is ready for the throne,
One battefiend he's not alone.
You took the throne he owned by right,
But now, get ready for the fight.
He'll tear your chest and take you heart,
His vengeance is the form of art.
The biggest army of the fans,
Your family and many friends,
Are waiting for your comeback, Conor,
You're only one deserving honour.
In Vegas, Irish flag will raise,
We'll see again that happy face,
Of boy, who had a biggest dream,
Now he's a Champ, the one supreme.
The eagle will fall down to ground,
In the beginning of first round.
The world will see who is the best,
One King, McGregor, he is blessed.
Written by Igor Drywood.
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