GG Allin - D-Sisive

My mission is to destroy rock 'n roll as it now stands

And rebuild it in GG Allin’s name

Momma sing me a lullabye

Do you believe?

(We want GG, we want GG!!)

I got my pencil sharpened homeboy

Rap music

Half asleep in an alley feeling dopesick

Coke nose bloody, hobo hungry

Torso chubby, walk in John Goodman’s footprints

Lied to by every crystal ball I’ve ever looked in

Mad at Ruby, bullshit, the basement of the Alamo

The laughing stock of the talent show

January, Jason Sudekis — wait

The Alamo don’t gots no motherfuck basement~!

Pee Wee, the Buxtons are not thieves

But do you ever dream?

(Yeah, I’m all alone)

(I'm rollin a big donut, and the snake wearin a vest)

Then I wake up in an alley feeling dopesick

Deja vu, a sewer rat, spewin raps

Spewin last night’s dinner on my shoes and pants

Pickin at a tattoo scab of the Kool-Aid Man

Hallucinatin, fuck it!

I’m alright though

Walking «The Boulevard of Broken Dreams»

Last resorting to the quotes of preachers, nuns, Popes and priests

But in the end it’s just little old me

A «Nobody With a Notepad,» trying to find a voice to speak

So tell it like it is homeboy

Yo, I ain’t scared of you motherfucker

No, build a bridge to burn it down

To the ground, and we don’t need no water

Let the motherfucker burn, burn motherfucker burn

Burn, it’s our turn motherfuckers

«Creep Show,» riot in the streets

Death to the dream seller

Yo, nobody wants to hear the fat boy whine

They just wanna hear the frat boy rhyme

Feelin safe and cuddled up with what frat boy writes

But frat boy sucks and the fat boy’s nice

Renegade rebel taggin lies on a newspaper box

Fuckin the system but the first to run away from cops

Fuck the mainstream they scream «Fuck that pussy sound!»

Fuck that music Justin makes for his pussy crowd~!

But that pussy crowd’s pissed, Bieber’s gettin pussy now

Sendin death threats, so tell me who’s the pussy now?

Middle class boys who think pop punk is friggin' rad

Or middle class girls who love «Glee» and silly bands?

Writers ask me, what I think of the state of

Hip-hop in Canadia — and I tell 'em, «I don’t»

I’m sorry if don’t think about rap in Stoville

I’m busy tryin to get rap to pay my phone bill

I’m in my own world, you don’t have to move in

But I got a couple guest rooms

So bake a pie, eat a pie, take a side, you can fight me in this war

Or you can fly beside me to the stars and I’m gone

I mean, there’s there, everybody else has stopped

Everybody else has has, drawn, lines, limits

And conformed themselves or sold out

And and I’ve had opportunities, and I said no

That’s not, GG Allin

GG Allin’s mission goal is 'til the end

Um, well I’ve had some very intimate conversations with evil

And I, I think that evil is important

And I think it’s also important to put fear in people’s hearts

And I think +THAT'S+ what rock 'n roll is all about

Rock 'n roll isn’t about, y’know, the way ya look, the way ya dress

What’cha got, y’know, what’cha sound is

What’s hip this week, what’s hip next week

Rock 'n roll is a scary thing, rock 'n roll is, is is

Is a lot like, my life, take what you want, do what you want

Fuck, fuck whatever you gotta do…