Certain things are just undebatable. Pete Rose was the greatest hitter in baseball, Michael Jordan was the greatest basketball player of all, LAist is the greatest blog about LA, and GG Allin was the most punk rock punk rocker who ever took the stage.

He cut himself with beer cans, he shat on the stage and rubbed it on himself, he accepted gay oral favors as he sang, and he kicked fans in the front row in the head with his cowboy boots. All while being mostly naked.

His band, the Murder Junkies, had the best name of any punk rock band. And the songs that he sang weren't half bad.

But simply the fact that a dude with the tiniest penis you ever saw could scatter an entire crowd by merely heading towards them, is a power that even Johnny Rotten couldn't conjure.

The shocking documentary about Allin's life, death, and funeral, Hated, is screening tonight for just $5 at the Knitting Factory after all the bands stop playing. We dare you not to be impressed by this deeply missed legend.