Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

That your government name?

Do it again, but before that, give me 50 toe touches.

Plus, look at how he hold hisself.

Who needs your money when a bitch got some artistic integrity?

But there sure is a opening.

Where Keyshawn at?

Good. Liquor and pussy are like a stick of dynamite.

But for you, 10.

How the hell you in the hole on Mercedes Sundays?

you don't need another body on that conscience of yours.

chitlins, and corn bread-fed booty!

Hey, little mama, where you going?

All right, people, back on the bus.

Now, y'all know if it wasn't for Mercedes Sundays,

I don't care if man look like Idris Elba in his prime,

15% off the private rooms for the house.

Welcome to Mercedes Sunday!

Mercedes' Last Dance?

That's why they call me Little Murder.

Another scar on my pretty-ass legs.

They gonna get you with them pretty-ass legs.

I do real estate.

You gonna eat your Vienna sausages or no?

Got to always have them FBI eyes.

and I don't care if I have to die as a sacrifice

See, these folks say this ain't discriminating.

Four, five, six, seven, eight.

Is this one empty?

Got a nice jiggle to it.

Better off letting him see some of these bitches' pussy than some bank, man.

- Nigga, what? - I said we ain't mean to offend her.

but I think a ton of this darn blend gonna cover up all this ugly...

Your client's a vampire.

Bitch, this ain't no damn Walmart.

Come on, shorty. Stop acting all uptight.

I like your consonance.

Dazzle them, something you wish you could do.

I like your assonance, too.

I pull in for your boy over there,

Maybe even some tetanus, too.

Can I borrow your hairpiece?

Put her sins on me, Lord, 'cause I can carry 'em.

Hell, if bitches ain't skip out on tip-out at the end of the night,

Heifer, ain't nobody crying over your baby-neck-smelling ass.

Bitch, you gonna owe me more than a blunt.