The River (Skit) - Brotha Lynch Hung

Nah, I was gonna bring home barbecue

Ay—goddamnit—ay, man, they fuckin' with me

Let me call you back

Man 1: What the fuck is this car doing out here this time of night?

*siren*

Man 2: Idiots

Man 1: Yeah, we better check this shit out

Man 2: Yeah, it’s kinda dangerous right here—something's going on

Man 1: License, insurance, and registration please

Yeah, I’ll—it's right over here

Man 1: So how much have you had to drink tonight?

Man 2: Hold—is that—Mr.

Mann

Man 1: Mr. Mann

Man 2: That’s Mr. Mann right here.

You recognize this guy, don’t you?

Man 1: Yeah, I recognize this—what can we get him for?

Hey, whose car is this?

Yeah, it’s mine, it’s my car

Man 1: Yeah right.

You oughta be glad we don’t carry the breathalyzer

Man 2: Mr. Mann, whatever happened with all that?

You ain’t got shit to do, man, fuck

Man 1: Yeah, you got away from us before

Man 2: We have a lot to do, Mr. Mann, like looking for killers

Man 1: Yeah, you look like a killer

Man 2: What are you doing out here, catfishing right now or something?

Why are you out…

Does it look like I got fish in my car?

Man 2: Well, why are you on the levee road, Mr. Mann?

I mean…

Man, just check my paperwork, man

Man 1: Alright, I’m gonna go run him

Man 2: Mr. Mann, we know you’re a killer.

What are you doing, dumping dead

bodies out here?

We know you’re the Coathanga Strangla, Mr. Mann

Funny

Man 2: You have any coat hangers over there in the back seat?

You’ve been watching me for years, and all of a sudden…

Man 2: Where are all the coat hangers at, Mr. Mann?

Man 1: You’re not gonna believe this shit, huh, he checks out

Yeah, gimme my shit!

Fuck, man

Man 1: You better make sure all the lights are working on your car

Man 2: We’re gonna be watching you.

We’re gonna be watching you, Mr. Mann