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.