Wine - 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 sun and cheeba

And suede is my track suit from London is how I greet ya

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

I’m ageless, my only wrinkles exist in time

Fountain of youth design, I’m encoded by the Lord’s wine

In this winery hears all gossip that travels throughout its vine

Out of a youngling’s mouth and translated to a cosine (out of line)

With the potency of needle dipped in some Old West whiskey

Then syphoned from steeple connected to burning buildings

TVs, mosques and taverns, universities, NASA, log cabins

(Castles with lanterns) also have 'em, let me tell you

They have 'em antenna radio, active a cancer pallet induced

Like David Banner, so keep me in quarantine, I’m a quarter mean

The rest of me pleasant but has a death wish

And fetish to sip your cores of steam

Read it and weep like o' bitch

Your obituary pronounced you dead and has called you a snitch

Suggest you flock with all the rest and make sure part of the herd

Is where you follow so heard your voice will be

With all inanimate creatures who lurk

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

Vino, my credo is D-low

I move in silence, nobody knows what I’m doing 'til it’s done

Shoveling my own grave until it’s dug

I’ve headed to the ceiling yet I’m spilling blood

Yo, raise your glass and fill 'er hup

Chewing on a blade of grass

You mighta heard it through the grape vine, grapes of wrath

Yeah, the rumor was I was injured

No worry, I’ve got a vineyard

«Yo, let’s go» says the drunken rep probate

Red visits, chillin' some place you can’t locate

Science fair winner making out beneath bleachers

Vision blurred, teachers trouble making out features

Yeah, make sure you can hear clear

Yo that was a good look, yo that was a good year

So open up your mind and lift the brain out

Either abstain or you’ll never get the stain out

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