Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Fatass hated that motherfucker.

[snapping fingers rhythmically]

- It's an oldie. You fools are oldies now.

And I'm down 100 bucks, so now I wanna fuckin' fight.

We Knott's Berry Farm people, fool.

- Nah, nah, nah, nah. Fuck that. I only support black judges.

- [scoffs] You must have Alzheimer's, homeboy.

See that goes against every single thing that I've worked so hard to achieve.

Quit making excuses and come back up your homeboy.

What the fuck are you doing?

- Ooh! Damn! [increases volume]

I ain't trying to lose.

- Hey, hey, make a left right here, Julio.

- I want a knife.

- For what? We're just gonna get our asses beat.

Like you're in junior high?

♪ Begged if I could kick it so ♪

Give me some of those antibiotics they put up your culo.

uh, but if you're down, which I'm sure you're not,

- No. She dated him.

I actually like making cupcakes, you know, it's therapeutic.

That's so nice that you decided to stop by.

I hope that bitch dies.

but I'm an expert in getting my ass whooped.