Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

you're gone, boy.

I've been driving my momma crazy with it.

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

Big ol' black-boy deer guts.

Well, make sure you ask her

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

Come on. Let me give you some money.

Man, who cares? If you like them,

Well, maybe you seen me there before.

* So you kind of the boss *

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

Like, before we was anything special.

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