I'll stab a frozen snake de3p in your vile colon//
it'll eat you endlessly until you walk the miled omen//
catch me scopen- hopen that this bitch would die//
bury him with possesed snakes wishin that his twitch should fry//
I came from LB- so this lyrical weapon will start to flow//
like a diseased period thats about to get seriously blowed//

Aye Stoops... You Need To Leave A Weapon...

Next Weapon = Ice Cubes
-Ambiguous