Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Stop cracking his back.

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

before you pursue this rap stuff?

'Sup? I'm Mike, his son,

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

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

(All) Oh! Yeah.

Whoa. Are you okay?

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

lets me come up for air.

and let me soak up some of these righteous rhymes.

But the new year is a chance

so why don't you just skedaddle on out

are often fraught.

I'm gonna-- I feel sick.

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

Yep, just calm down.

Fine. Okay, here we go.

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

Come on, Rishi! ♪ Uh-huh, uh-huh

Are you kidding me? Come on.

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

in the Otisville production of Dreamgirls.

Come on. She's a hot dish.

that I feel safe right now.

Wait, what are you talking about?

♪ so you best wear your thong ♪

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

Doctor, doctor.