We Are Not The Same

[Verse 1: Insane Poetry]
I get wickedly crunk with the tunes after consumption of shrooms
Leaving you punks in a room with massive puncture wounds
Cyco! The name alone brings nothing but doom
Don't you fucking assume that I won't kidnap your wife
And leave her stuffed in a room strapped to a bear trap
Wrapped around her snatch about to snap and get to crushing her womb
While her hubby remains chained to a lead pipe by the ankles
With only a hacksaw homie I'm that raw
You have sixty seconds to hack off your foot then
Get your broad in check, before she gets the jaws of death
You may have brought the best at leaving the walls a mess
The impact of the bear trap snapped and left her in a ball of flesh
It's the mass murder architect, rap's demigod
Strapped with TNT blastin' yo synagogue
Peelin' your flesh back till the skin is raw
Cycoangelo with rhymes that'll slice across your mandible

[Chorus: Insane Poetry]
We are not the same! I am a monster
The industry is mine! I came to conquer
Vision your bodies being burned at the stake
Your little village being pillaged, no concern with your faith
We are the worst people, we came to hurt people
Cursed evil, throw yo pastor off the church steeple
Duct tape your family, hear 'em scream silently
The black winged demon from a Ming dynasty

[Verse 2: Insane Poetry]
God of thunder the great Gene Simmons
I'm more morbid, shit, I raped eighteen women
Ate eighteen women, leaving no shred of evidence (nah)
It was sweet picked the meat from my teeth (from my teeth)
This is sick fuck music at its finest
Pure war, never peace, you know what time it is (what time it is)
LSP is bound to sail
There's a war up in Heaven and a party down in Hell bitches (down in Hell bitches)
They hunting me down, but I'm a step ahead
The bogeyman is dressed in red walking with a severed head
The feds are looking stupid like they special-ed
See I'm in Alaska in the woods, vision the bodies that are left for dead
I shedded their blood on sacred ground
Frozen stiff kissed 'em on the lips whispered don't make a sound (don't make a sound)
Laid them down 'fore they final destination
I'm a different Manson, I am the new Richard Hansen, nigga (Richard Hansen, nigga)

[Chorus: Insane Poetry]
We are not the same! I am a monster
The industry is mine! I came to conquer
Vision your bodies being burned at the stake
Your little village being pillaged, no concern with your faith
We are the worst people, we came to hurt people
Cursed evil, throw yo pastor off the church steeple
Duct tape your family, hear 'em scream silently
The black winged demon from a Ming dynasty

[Verse 3: Insane Poetry]
I'm attackin' ya with violent vernacular
Got you stuck in the web of a spider tarantula
I'm a violent ambassador of the dark arts
My writing's a massacre like sharp darts
With poisonous tips striking the back of your neck
With the rage of a shark's heart I've finally mastered my inner animal
I am hot, this killer's flammable
An ancient relic, came to tell it spit it in Sanskrit
With a vision I transmit, my sickness is rancid
Deliver the madness wrapped in CD packaging
In and out the lanes like the PD's after him
Believe he's trafficking evil disguised in audio
Black market target your hood and every barrio
My body cold, my orb is orange my deadly harness will swarm
My wicked medley as this horror was born
Right out of Dante's Inferno
Sacrifice the virgin priestess
I'm Cycoangelo, Pontius Pilate I murdered Jesus

[Chorus: Insane Poetry]
We are not the same! I am a monster
The industry is mine! I came to conquer
Vision your bodies being burned at the stake
Your little village being pillaged, no concern with your faith
We are the worst people, we came to hurt people
Cursed evil, throw yo pastor off the church steeple
Duct tape your family, hear 'em scream silently
The black winged demon from a Ming dynasty

[Outro]
She was reported missing last November after saying she was going to meet a man for a $300 piano session
Any connection to the Jane Doe found last year called Eklutna Annie
No Sheila, still no idea on that body
Another officer described Sherry and Sue Bruna as carbon-copies
Uh, they were both dancers at the Wild Cherry in Good Times but they both uh said they were leaving to meet at the Topic
Look, we and APD are looking at all three cases, but let me be clear, there is nothing now that indicates anything other than a coincidence
What about the other girls?
Uh, as of now they're only considered missing person, they may have uh left the state
Details are in your handout
When are you going to admit there's somebody taking these girls?