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To record a message on your answering machine,
insert the AT&T Telephone Tunes answering message tape
into your home cassette player, and cue up the desired message.
Placing the built in microphone of your answering machine
six to twelve inches from your cassette player's speaker,
simply record your chosen message, as you would your own voice.
Have fun!

Robbie Pastrami:
They call me the King Kong, come slob on my knob.
Come suck on my cock, just call me Rob.
I hate my job, I've got this manager named Matt,
He's pretty fat, makes me wanna go on a knack,
'til I punch him in his back, and call him a sad sack.
He'll think twice before he gives me shit, cause he knows he'll get hit.
Make his girl sit, on my dick. I won't call her.
Fall asleep in my chair, customers make me pull out my hair.
They can tell that I don't care, hear 'em utter,
"This ain't fair!" Make 'em stut-ter, pull out my box cut-ter,
I'm the blade strut-ter, try to maintain composure.
Cause this verse gives 'em closure, but it makes me dolla.
Corporate comes into this store, just to holla,

MC Mar T:
"You look bored."

Robbie Pastrami:
You... forgot to put an H in here, hold on. There we go,

Here comes the horde of phone drones, who's gonna get ignored.
In my brain, I imagine them gored.
Hear my boss start raggin, roll my eyes,
Make me wanna turn my badge in, make my head spin,
I just wanna go home, drink gin until I'm in a coma,
Fall on my back, slam your face all the way to the South.
I wanna group chat with the gang, the rap pack's back.
These customers are whack.
Get out my face with your smelly tooth plaque.
Strap up, my snapback.
Chuck up, my middle finger, while you linger.
Cunnilingus!

[It's the Dogscast Crew!]
Fuck y'all, I'm out.

[Oops I said, on my dick, I ain't really mean to say on my dick,
But since we talkin bout my dick-] x2

MC Mar T:
Marty's back! And just like Rob said,
"We perpetually improve."
[-petually improve, petu-petually improve.]
We fillin' that groove, cause we're always in the mood.
Chillin' with Rob, and his mob, and a guy named Bob.
[Say what?]
I bet you think it's funny,
but try and go to sleep while you still owe me money.
While you're calling for mommy,
you got something else coming, honey.
Cause we got perfect pitch.
Anyway, the song's about to end. Bitch!

[Bitch...! Bitch...! Bitch...!]