“Well, it was back in time in nineteen hundred and two, I had a fucked up deck of card and I didn’t know what to do. My woman was leavin’, she was puttin’ me out in the cold. I said ‘Why you leavin’ baby?’, she said ‘Our love has grown old’. So she kept packin’ her bags so I said ‘Fuck It’, you know.. So I waded through water and I waded through mud and I came to this town called ‘A Bucket of Blood’

and I asked the bartender for something to eat, he give me a dirty glass of water and a tough-ass piece of meat. I said ‘Bartender, bartender, don’t you know who I am?’ he said ‘Frankly my man, I don’t give a god damn.’ I said ‘Well, my name is Stack O Lee’, he said ‘Oh yes, I heard about you up this way, but I feed you hungry mother fuckers each and every day. About this time the poor bartender had gone to rest, I pumped six of my rockets in his mother fuckin’ chest.

A woman run out of the back screamin’ real loud say ‘I know my son ain’t dead!’ I said ‘You best check that hole in that ugly mother fucker’s head.’ She said ‘You may be bad, your name may be Stack, but you better not be here when Billy Lane gets back’. So I walked around the room, and I seen this trick and we went upstairs and we started real soon. Now me and this broad, we started to tussle & I drove 12 inches dick to her ass before she could move a muscle.

We went downstairs where we was before, we fucked on the tables and all over the floor. ‘Bout that time you hear the drop of a pin, that bad mother fuckin’ Billy Lane just walked in. He walked behind the counter, seen the bartender dead, he said ‘Who put this whole in this ugly mother fucker’s head?’ say ‘who could this mad murderer be?’ One mutha fucker said ‘You better speak softy, his name is Stack O Lee.’ He said ‘Stack, I’ma give you a chance to run before I draw my gun.’

Bitch jumped up and said ‘Billy, please!’ He shot that hoe through both her knees. A pimp eased up and turned out the lights, and I had him dead in both my sights. When the lights came back on, poor Billy had gone to rest, I pumped nine of my rockets in his motherfuckin’ chest. The next day, about half past ten, I was standing before the judge and twelve good other men. They say ‘What can this man’s charges be?’