What If Bizzy Bone Went to War With the New School? 🔥 (AI Tribute)

New school? Y’all some soft-ass clowns, mumble rappin’ in designer gowns Sound like robots with a fucked-up frown, I’m the Bone Thug legend, y’all gettin’ gunned down 2026, I’m still the illest, y’all some industry bitches doin’ the minimum Suckin’ for streams, sellin’ your soul, I’m the realest to ever breathe, period, hoe! Dirty new school, get the fuck out the way Bizzy Bone spittin’ flames, turn your whole career to ash today!

Y’all new niggas trash, auto-tune trash, cap in every bar, y’all some fabricated ass Talkin’ ‘bout guns but never popped one, hide behind the clout, scared to drop some I’m from the trenches where the real killers roam, y’all in the mansion playin’ dress-up in cologne Rainbow hair, nail polish, lookin’ like bitches, I’m in Cleveland with the Bone, still handlin’ business You TikTok dancers, prancin’ for the ‘Gram, I’m rapid-fire scripture, destroyin’ your whole program Fake gangsters, fake thugs, fake everything, y’all some pop star pussies with a diamond chain bling I buried better rappers in ‘96, y’all soft as baby shit, gettin’ fucked for a hit Bizzy comin’ at you raw, no lube, no filter, expose you lil’ hoes in the middle of your Twitter New school weak, can’t even write they own shit, ghostwriters in the back writin’ every bar, bitch I freestyle from the heavens, talk to the dead, y’all sample old flows and still sound half-dead Drake’s leftovers, Lil Baby’s crumbs, whole generation bitin’ like dirty little bums You don’t know struggle, you don’t know pain, y’all cry about feelings while I’m loadin’ up the flame Talkin’ ‘bout “slatt,” “skrrt,” “what the fuck is that?” Sound like a damn car crash every track I’m the last of a dying breed, real MCs, y’all some synthetic clones programmed to please 2026, I’m the reaper in the booth, slittin’ your career, leavin’ no fuckin’ tooth Dirty south, dirty midwest, I’m the dirtiest spitter, y’all some clean-cut pretenders gettin’ bitter Y’all some walking abortions of hip-hop, no spine, no heart, just a bunch of TikTok props Wearin’ skirts on stage, cryin’ for awards, I’m a Bone Thug soldier still swingin’ swords Fuck your features, fuck your cliques, fuck your whole wave, I’m the tsunami comin’ to wash you away You ain’t warriors, you entertainers, clowns in the circus, I’m the gladiator with the burners Spiritual warfare, I rebuke you fakes, devil got your soul while you shakin’ them ass cheeks Bizzy Bone eternal, y’all temporary trends, I’ll still be spittin’ when your career ends Three verses of pain, I’m puttin’ y’all in the dirt, new school in a hearse, that’s my fuckin’ word!

New school? Y’all some soft-ass clowns, mumble rappin’ in designer gowns Sound like robots with a fucked-up frown, I’m the Bone Thug legend, y’all gettin’ gunned down 2026, I’m still the illest, y’all some industry bitches doin’ the minimum Suckin’ for streams, sellin’ your soul, I’m the realest to ever breathe — fuck y’all hoes!