Ghetto Link drives up in his Epona Benz. He presses the horn and it sounds buh, bam, bum, baaaam. The speakers are blasting and thumping the night away. "Fok' da police!" he sang, bobbin' his head. His doo rag swaying. Cutting the radio, he gets out his ride and checks the spinners. "Sick."

Ghetto Link was taking his fingers across his brows while he checked his mug in his rims. Rising, he made a long face :/ and demanded, "What the fok, you want bitch?" He then rolled his eyes and pimped for the bar. "Oh damn, what time is it?" He reaches his hand into his baggy jean pocket, his forearm disappearing up to his elbow before he drew out a giant-ass clock littered with chrome and diamonds. "Fuck! I missed happy hour. Fuck this shit. I ain't payin' two dollars more." He put his watch away and searched his other pocket for his list of rhymes. He didn't use an Ocarina of Time anymore. Hell no, that shit was old school. He rhymed his way through time now.

Ghetto Link was sorting through his list of rhymes, finding one. "Of course, I drive rough, baby. That be how I work." He then began to shake his hand, his fingers lined up and hand flat. He shook that hand to the beat that was passing through his mind, and he began to bob up and down his chain swinging as he swayed side to side. "Quiet bitch. I'm 'bout to rap." He then began, "Extra dirt, taste the work, as I'm rhymin' fast into the past, never last. I'm in the beginning before the end, it just begins that I arrive just in time for happy hour." He held a gang size as he went flying back in time. The sun came up as a cock sang, "Goo Goo Ga Joob Biatch!" He was outside before the bar, no hos around. "Suh-weet. Now I see why it call happy hour. Ah, aah."

Ghetto Link with a bang, Link returned from the past, staggering around drunk and smelling like weed. A lazy grin was on his face as he found a table to lean his hip against, his leg going up. "Whew, you won't believe how much shit you can do in the past five hours. Deeaaam," he said, and then watched his hos having a cat fight. "Oh shat." He began placing bets with those folks around him that were watching. Collecting money.

Ghetto Link with bills clutched in his hand. Link walked over to the ladies. "Zelda you need ta be fightin' I'm makin' moneeeeh," he chimed happily. "Use dem nails. You ain't spend a dime on dem any way." He then went back to collecting dough.