IT'S Dark Smith - 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 fuck 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
Fuck 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

Written by:
Chuck Wadlington

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