Checkin In.

electronic lyrics, as if purchased, I buy best...
Hold u up with a pump to ya stomach, so u can die-just...
the weakest link, wishes to get his chain snapped...
contruction crane smacked, head scalped and brain wrapped...
I'll stab you with my pinky, like a kingpin, checkin his coke...
I'll pleasure ya throat, with measures of rope, a dessert scope...
eliminate ya hope, with a multi-hand choke, untill ya neck goes for broke, you'll get smoked, like holy water on demons that oppose the pope...
ya like a defendent with no lawyer, no contest...
catch u with the window down, put ya eyes on the arm rest...
No challange to a savage, that'll kemshi ya cabbage...
and make stars appear around ya head, like you runnin 4 dallas...
pointin barrels at L.I.N.K. when I'm gunnin 4 faggots...
What'll I'll tell ya, link this aint Zelda, but I'm gannon...
rap wizard, that'll turn u to salmon, with my magic cannon...
and plummit ya stomach with gun clips, untill you're no longer standin...

~Edited For Spelling~