Gwalladihtron

Yo, Gwalla in the spot, and he crawlin’ through the mud, Actin’ like a lil’ gremlin — yeah, we call him Chud. Tryna talk tough but his voice go “HUH?!” Crack so sharp it could slice like a cut. He be like: “YEA—yeah… I meant to do that,” Voice jumpin’ up the scale like an acrobat. Soundin’ like he autotuned but it’s all raw, Hit a random high note that nobody ever saw. Crumbs in his hoodie and dirt on his sleeve, Voice crack sneak attacks every time he breathe. But that’s Gwalla — chaos in full effect, Pull up with the squeak like, “You better show respect!” Lil chud energy, goofy to the core, Bangin’ on the door like, “Yo, gimme one more!” And when he spits bars, don’t get caught off track — ’Cause you never know when the voice gon’ CRACK.