The Dude Devin The Dude

Intro:
Devin on the answering machine:
What's up? You've reached 7-6-5-0-8-6...ahh well hell you know who you
Called. So I don't have to tell you that
Bitch what do you want?
Nigga what do you need?
A rock hard bone?
A dime of weed?
Whatever it is just leave the message at the tone
Or better yet, fuck it you can call me at home
At 9-8-8-1 naw I ain't gonna say all dat
Just leave a number I'll call ya back

Answering machine:
You have two messages

First Person:
Devin, I couldn't wait to call you and let you know that you put me to sleep last night. Please give me a call when you get in. *beep*

Second Person:
Devin, where the fuck were you yesterday? See, yo ass fucked over me last night
That shit was real fucked up, you know what I'm saying?
You told me you was coming to get me and we was going out
I got all fuckin dressed for your ass and you did not show up
Well, Imma tell you this, motherfucker: I know your ass was not in the goddamn bathroom boo boo'ing
So, nigga, this is the second fucking time you did that shit. So, fuck you! *slams phone on the hook*