Wine Onry Ozzborn (Ft. Homeboy Sandman)

[Verse 1: Onry Ozzborn]
My only bae is a bayonet
Clairvoyant, no clarinet
[?] animal, a punk with a minor threat
Freckle upon lower lip, I'll [?] you right in your face
You livid and wanna trip like mushrooms and acid and shit
(Keep going) I'm breathing, infantry against the infant
You fucking babies still teething (wah!)
Pacifier the pacifist pass the fire, I'm lit
Walking the wire balance emotion poisonous spit, I'm legit
(Like that real shit), like legitimate, not like young people
Privileged to say "legit" cause it's in again
Hashtag trending, we into it for the moment
We intimate, all about it coincident
Be over it, now that's something y'all showed it, it
(The fuck is you saying?)
Just have a sip, enjoy the liquid like Rico told you some time ago
To do but more specific, intriguing, and quite articulate
Cadence like Sonny Cheeba
And [?] suede is my track suit from London is how I greet ya

[Hook: Onry Ozzborn]
Down in the cellar collecting a better taste
Potency over the limit like I was laced
With other stimulants, mummified
Got rid of what's petrified
So now I reside as a wine with no waste
To every Hannibal dinner I am invited
I go down smoothly then calmly, you get excited
I been accepted, no reverence without any preference
This Molotov cocktail's been ignited