Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

Come on, Rishi! ♪ Uh-huh, uh-huh

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

Are you kidding me? Come on.

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

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

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

I'm gonna-- I feel sick.

that I feel safe right now.

in the Otisville production of Dreamgirls.

Fine. Okay, here we go.

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

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

'Sup? I'm Mike, his son,

and let me soak up some of these righteous rhymes.

♪ so you best wear your thong ♪

lets me come up for air.

(All) Oh! Yeah.

Come on. She's a hot dish.

before you pursue this rap stuff?

But the new year is a chance

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

Yep, just calm down.

Whoa. Are you okay?

Doctor, doctor.

Wait, what are you talking about?

Stop cracking his back.

so why don't you just skedaddle on out

are often fraught.