[Intro: Pumpkinhead & Bender]

Yeah, DJ Frame

Flight Distance

Pumpkinhead, we're in the building

Yeah, Brooklyn Academy Plague Rare Army Music

Two thousand and something, Boom Baptist production

Yo

[Verse 1: Pumpkinhead]

The world's colder than the frozen tundra so I keep the toaster under my hoodie

I keep it hot like an Indian summer

I move like a ninja, tiptoe on broken glass

Slit throats leave an open gash if you put your hands, on my Johnny Cash

The shotty blast, fuck you and that chick with her snotty ass, I'll put ya' verse in a body cast

Now how you gonna body that? I'm what the game needs not what it wants

I won't convert, into some rock star, shades-wearing, playing guitars

So I keep the darts sharp, if you wanna spit-box with the god

Catch me in Brooklyn Park Slope, in a lowered Supra

My stunning stats stay stupid stans into a stupor

My metaphors alone got the beat in a camel clutch

You ain't got the guts of a half a dutch

And you know Ricans love playing handball, so it's nothing for me

Run in ya' crib, jump over ya' kids and slap you up

[Verse 2: Bender]

Yeah for gun runners, drug smugglers and jum hustlers

For motherfuckers that's puffing gum out they bud-busters

For blood brothers and blunt lovers with lungs punctured

For drum jugglers that's never using they dust covers

I keep it going till the circuit boards are singed

Till the street rips open and I'm burdened for my sins

See some teeth get broken like some dirty sportsmanship

I know some shark poachers that'll merc' you for a fin

Got, hellfire, straight from the jaw like Godzilla

See my squad came to lay down the law like cop-killers

We top billers nice with the drop who rock iller than most

'Cause what y'all spill at ya' shows is all filler

But still, we put it down for the nonfiction crooks

Send them composites back to the John Grisham books (ha)

You caught the diss you're accomplice so look

Help me wipe off the prints and it's on, skip the hook

[Verse 3: Patience]

No problem it's good, got some bomb shit to drop

If it's honest it's me so I promise it's hot

And I'm on it, it's chronic, accomplished and dope

Got a call from your homies, they've lost any hope

This is for Frame, and I'm Patience the prodigy kid

Crushing cats kicking flows that they obviously bit

Call ya' mommies, you're softies and probably bitch

Just a fact, Flight and Frame back to squash any shit

I take it away from where it used to be I'm musically correct

And it's beautifully sadistic to me the mutiny is dead

In a true indecent flex, I can merc' a mixtape

The pigs ain't seen nothing like it since the Berkowitz case

This is deep, and I wrote it for the look on your face

Summing up something true that you couldn't escape

And in the heat of the moment I could butcher this stage

And you wouldn't see it coming till I took it away

[Outro: Bender]

Yo thick is how I got my whole clique to sound

Frame digging in the crates, that's how the kid gets down