Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

two personal assistants, a cook,

And I'm asking you how much your life is worth, Jack.

Bushido, make your move.

and Mr. George Pissedofferson

"the surviving members of the Hateocracy reunited

Uh, how was your flight, uh, Mr. Brown?

is holding back other crabs.

Man, we don't give a fuck about no Stinkmeaner.

Now it's time for the big bonanza.

But Woodcrest don't need no more coloreds.

The victim, a Mr. Uncle Ruckus... No relation.... had this to say:

Oh, I think I might catch me a few more today.

Now what we gonna do?

Heh-heh. How's it going?

Police have released this composite sketch

Damn, them old niggas can jump.

Jail. Of course.

but at least I ain't in jail, nigga. Ha-ha-ha!

Did you just throw Jazmine?

Stinkmeaner's death was a huge mistake,

Oh, look out. Come on.

Good morning. Crabbing, huh?

are still even after us? Maybe they went home,

and get that ass-squirting toilet out of my house too.