It was back in the time of 1902. I had a *** up deck of cards and I didn't know what to do.My woman was leaving, she was putting me out in the cold.I said, why are you leaving me, baby? She said, I love this groundhog.So she kept packing the bags, so I said, *** it, you know.So I waded through water and I waded through mud and I came to this town called the Bucket of Blood.And I asked the bartender for something to eat. He gave 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 goddamn.I said, well, my name is Stacker Lee. He said, oh, yes, I heard about you up this way,but I feed you hungry mother***ers each and every day.About this time the poor bartender had gone to rest, I pumped six of my rockets in his mother***ing chest.A woman ran out of the back room really loud and said, I know my son ain't dead.I said, you just check that hole in that ugly mother***er's head.She said, you may be bad and they may be stacked, but you better not be here when Billy Lounge 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 and I drove 12 inches dick to her ass before she could move a muscle.We went downstairs where we was before, we *** her on the table and all over the floor.About that time you had a drop of a pen, that bad mother***ing Billy Lounge had just walked in.He walked behind the counter, seen the bartender dead, he said, who put this hole in this ugly mother***er's head?Said, who can this man's murderer be?One mother***er said, you better speak softly, his name is Stacker Lee.He said, Stack, I'm going to give you a chance to run before I draw my gun.Bitch jumped up and said, Billy, please.He shot that hole through both our knees.A pimp teased 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 had pumped nine of my rockets in his mother***ing chest.The next day, about half past ten, I was standing before the judge and 12 good other men.They said, what can this man's charges be?One said, murder in the first degree.Another said, what can this man's penalties be?One said, hang him.Another said, give him gas.A snaggletooth bitch jumped up and said, run that twisted through his jiving ass.My woman jumped up and said, let him go free,cause ain't nobody in the world can *** like Stacker Lee.