Am I a jaberwocke or a Flatwoods monster?

Which one am I?

You better tell me. Tell me! It’s really up to you.

HAVE YOU GOT THE TIME TO FIND OUT WHO I REALLY AAAAAAAMMMMMM!!!

                     -Part from Alice Cooper song I forget the title of.

Bugger :no2:

You need to get out more…

Flatwoods is the name of this redneck-ass hick town near my hometown in Kentucky and thus I’d feel bad associating you with that dump of dog-poop…

I’ll go with Jabberwocke.

What?

Jabberwocke gets killed halfway through the poem, so he sucks.