Yo, don't even think about bumping into my cousin at the slots. He's L. V. B. You'll be eating carpet by midnight.

Just got a text: 'You're dead. L. V. B is coming for you.' I'm already hiding in my mom's closet.

Told my teacher I was sick. She said, 'You're not sick. You're L. V. B. You're going to jail.'