Outta Line

I'm outta line who gon line me up It's Smith Don't see nothin' brighter, so pass me a lighter I'm outta line, who gon line me up Shit that I do, you ain't tough enough I'm made for destruction, no sympathy letter But I just proven the point that I'm back and I'm better I cut through your sweater like I'm one to mention I'm not from the earth, but I'm different dimension It's a wicked sentence, so don't get it twisted I f*ck up your life like a monkey wrench I'm someone you don't wanna problem with Come graveyard play, in the monument I tear off your face so nobody can find you You lookin' around, but I'm standin' behind you I'm a evil killer, I don't do the triggers F*ck a cropping zone, I take you out the picture Hellzone ready, and we battle heavy Fightin' with shit that you ain't never carry The wicked, it's fun, but it's scary Don't see nothin' brighter, so pass me a lighter Don't see nothin' brighter, so pass me a lighter