Mclovins Meltdown

[Intro] [Verse 1] Yo, Mclovin165, sittin’ behind the screen, Talkin’ trash like your life’s a routine, “1st grade show and tell?”—man, that’s weak, Your burns so cold, they’re freakin’ Antarctica’s peak. Two months late, still stuck in the past, Your clapbacks crumble, fading fast, Keyboard warrior, where’s your spine? Your hate’s a joke, punchline’s a flatline. [Chorus] Mclovin’s meltdown, yeah, we see you squirm, Tossin’ weak shots, gotta watch ’em burn, First-grade sass? Boy, you never learned, Sit back down—let the grown folks spit, it’s your turn. [Verse 2] You borrowed a name from a comedy flick, But your rhymes? Straight trash, they make me sick, “Show and tell”? Nah, more like hide and seek, Cuz your talent’s ghost, ain’t a peep, not a squeak. Think you’re slick with that dusty diss? Your words flop harder than a fist miss, All bark, no bite, just yip-yap-yap, I’m here to school you—free of charge, no cap. [Bridge] You thought you’d roast? Ended up charred, Every line you spit gets tossed in the yard, Who let you cook? This kitchen’s too hot, Your cred’s expired, take the L, you’re done, shot. [Chorus] Mclovin’s meltdown, yeah, we see you squirm, Tossin’ weak shots, gotta watch ’em burn, First-grade sass? Boy, you never learned, Sit back down—let the grown folks spit, it’s your turn. [Outro]