Bonedawg's Anthem

Lyrics

[Bonedawg’s Anthem: The Real One] Verse 1: He might be triple T by now, drunk off his ass, Shotgunnin’ beers, always first to raise a glass. Some call him Trent, but let’s get it straight, The real ones know it’s Bonedawg, no debate. Chorus: Trent’s for the formal, when he’s gotta be neat, But Bonedawg’s the legend, never missin’ a beat. Hates the woke, shits on libs with a grin, He’s the Commish, where the real games begin. Verse 2: He’s doin’ shrooms, seein’ colors so bright, Laughin’ at the woke, they just can’t get it right. Bonedawg’s the boss, takin’ no shit, Runnin’ this league with his unfiltered wit. Chorus: Trent’s for the formal, when he’s gotta be neat, But Bonedawg’s the legend, never missin’ a beat. Shotgunnin’ beers, he’s the life of the night, Crackin’ jokes and truths, never losin’ the fight. Outro: So here’s to Bonedawg, the king of this league, Pissin’ off the woke, while he’s in full fatigue. Triple T or not, he’s runnin’ the show, The one and only Bonedawg, just so you know.