Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's like if Oscar Meyer's son was a vegetarian.

Come on, Rishi! ♪ Uh-huh, uh-huh

But the new year is a chance

Doctor, doctor.

and let me soak up some of these righteous rhymes.

I don't see much of anyone since my son put me in this dump.

Sometimes, they don't take those hunger game checks seriously,

'Sup? I'm Mike, his son,

Wait, what are you talking about?

(All) Oh! Yeah.

Fine. Okay, here we go.

♪ so you best wear your thong ♪

in the Otisville production of Dreamgirls.

I'm gonna-- I feel sick.

You're stressed out. Your brother's here.

lets me come up for air.

Stop cracking his back.

Wait, it's cool. I got drawers on.

are often fraught.

If I don't dance with this exquisite creature immediately,

Are you kidding me? Come on.

before you pursue this rap stuff?

Yep, just calm down.

Come on. She's a hot dish.

so why don't you just skedaddle on out

Whoa. Are you okay?

that I feel safe right now.

all over my body, you pervert. Yeah, man.

Yeah, it's not a murderer. It's just my little brother.