Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Like, before we was anything special.

Come on. Let me give you some money.

-(flies buzzing) -I'm just high.

I can't be selling my wigs, and out here looking janky.

Big ol' black-boy deer guts.

Get on up now. It's close to noon.

you're gone, boy.

Man, who cares? If you like them,

-Man, Sierra ain't my girlfriend. -Okay.

Well, make sure you ask her

* So you kind of the boss *

Well, maybe you seen me there before.

I've been driving my momma crazy with it.