Booshank, Marcus Aurelius - The Losing Win Lyrics

Sitting with a glass Moët
Came a long way from sippin' 40s
Barely see me showing at the party
I'd rather make the money at the party
Now that the whole crowd's listening to us
Bust rhymes, extremely dangerous
And I'll be damn if you say I couldn't bang this
This that real shit yeah we bout to chain this
When it come through, just for Boo I'm a claim this
Out the spotlight making doe famous
No matter what I do them haters gonna hate this
But I'm a play this, cause they can't break us
Monkey see, monkey do but gorillas don't
Donkey of the day for real when that ass smoke
West side Louisville let a nigga know
Like that call Black and here we go

When we set it off yeah we're gonna take it all
When we take it all then we're gonna
Wait a minute

Yo it's the living legend that you ain't never heard of before now
Big wolf puffin his chest blowing your doors down
War hounds wait for the dog whistles
Then launch those tomahawk missiles
Bitch you gonna forfeit when the bars hit you
Soft tissue that's all you are
Bitch you bout to fall victim of vicious assault
Call the morgue, get the mortician involved
Scissors and saws rippin' through your cold corpse
Stitches and gauze drift to the floor
It's an art form take your body parts from gods form
Then alter them till you some horrible gargoyle
Then hard boil your brain vital organs and veins
In some olive oil sautéed with rosemary and sage
Just ain't normal now
Loud audible howells coming from out the slaughterhouse
I'm awfully proud that of all the bodies I'm tossing down
The meat grinder canal I grind beef in to piles

When we set it off yeah we're gonna take it all
When we take it all then we're gonna set it off