Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

so why don't you just skedaddle on out

Yep, just calm down.

that I feel safe right now.

Stop cracking his back.

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

I'm gonna-- I feel sick.

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

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

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

'Sup? I'm Mike, his son,

lets me come up for air.

(All) Oh! Yeah.

Whoa. Are you okay?

and let me soak up some of these righteous rhymes.

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

Wait, what are you talking about?

Come on. She's a hot dish.

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

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

Fine. Okay, here we go.

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

Come on, Rishi! ♪ Uh-huh, uh-huh

But the new year is a chance

in the Otisville production of Dreamgirls.

before you pursue this rap stuff?

Are you kidding me? Come on.

Doctor, doctor.

are often fraught.

♪ so you best wear your thong ♪