Jefferson D'Arcy was that nikka, straight conning Marcy out of all her cheddar
No job, bills paid, handsome to the hoes at the Jiggly Room, and hair that stayed crisp
Steve held Al down with his fakkitry, even tryna steer Al back to his lazy goddess, while trying to get at her once
fukk you, and your dreams of being a rodeo clown, fakkit
In my head, the boys are still testing beer in Al's garage, rockin NO MA'AM shirts, straight doing nikka shyt
Jefferson D'Arcy ushered Al's world into levels of fukkery Steve would only have ruined. Thank You, Based D'Arcy
