Verse 1: The Retro Sweat
Mr. Gray walk in like he own the block
But he just the lunch hall's budget Robocop
Shiny head gleamin’ like a chrome hubcap
I could see my grades reflectin' off that bald cap

Verse 2: The Retro Sweat
Holdin' that mic like he droppin’ an album
But all we hear's “QUIET!”—man, nobody buyin' it
You talk louder than a fire alarm
Still can't stop us from bringin' the charm

Verse 3: The Retro Sweat
You run snack line? Nah, you ruin snack line
We tryna eat, you tryna press like it's bigtime primеtime
One joke, onе laugh, and it's "No more treats!"
Like we ain't been sittin’ through six-hour seats

Verse 4: The Retro Sweat
See a phone flash? You turn to a ninja
Swipin’ iPads like you part-time Avenger
You the “Device Snatcher,” the cafeteria caper
But can't snatch respect—go check the paper

Got jokes? Yeah, but you are the punchline
Barkin’ orders like it's some kind of lunch crime
Man's a hall monitor with a speaker and badge
Bet you practice speeches in your mirror with swag
Verse 5: The Retro Sweat
Yo Gray, chill—take a breath, step back
Ain't nobody tryna riot for a chip snack
You loud for no reason, dramatic as soap
Whole crew laughin’ while you power trip and cope

You built like the boss from a PS2 game
Talkin' ‘bout silence—man, stay in your lane
You a meme, a legend, a TikTok trend
But only ‘cause we roast you again and again

Verse 6: The Retro Sweat
That bald head so bright, it need SPF
Reflectin' light rays like a sci-fi ref
And your mic game? Bro, that's a mess
Like you're rappin' into a drive-thru headset, yes

You the cafeteria king? We the rebels
While you yellin' over chicken nuggets and pretzels
So keep takin' phones, keep raisin' your tone—
But we roastin' you daily, you never alone

When lunch is done and the bell hits play
We bounce out laughin', you stuck on replay
Your mic still screamin' but nobody stay
Only thing louder than you is your bald head's ray