Spell It With A K

Hey little soldier you ain't ready for war"

"Show you how to do this"

"Amateur"

Y'all know who the fuck I be

I be the P to the A can't forget the C

And if you spell it with a K then you got it right

PackFM and I'm here to rock the house tonight

Welcome to the rap world [NIGGA!] population me

Been in the building since back to when it was in the place to be

Stopped doing shit for love so you can start the hating please

Once I leave these fucking agencies they drop their rates and fees

'Cos the game just ain't the same if I ain't playing it

If it's hot I've done said it so don't bother saying it

And if it ain't nice don't say nothing at all

I'm looking forward to some instrumental albums from y'all

This is a message for ya'll getting in to a brawl

I got a strong arm I slam dunk a medicine ball

You can carry on, but don't get carried away

I ring your bell like somebody's getting married today

It's BK, that's the land where the savages stay

You want beef, we Burger King nigga, have it your way

Cat's be like "Fuck you we ain't going you way"

The four finger ring, brass knuckles, have a nice day

People are you with me, better pay attention

Or we gonna hit you like (Huh!) like

Now tell me are you ready (Yeah)

Bring it back it

It's time to get it started, is you fucking with that?

A lot of niggas be like (Yeah-yeah-yeah) before they even hear me

Then they like (Uh-huh listen to me)

And in the end they say (Ahhh) or maybe (Good god!)

And before I finish rocking they be begging me to (say it again!)

Now everywhere we go we smash a new ego

I hear no or see no evil or equals

So lay low and behold when FM's in freak mode

I'm so next level niggas think I had a cheat code

Straight from ground zero, banging like it's Baghdad

I've been a bad man since you was in your Dad's bag

Rapper's can act, but we all know the deal though

Pop a cap, you wouldn't pop a tag off a pillow

Absurdity dial nine-eleven and prep 'em for surgery

When I'm in the house I'll leave you broken in to like a burglary

Now certainly you heard of me, each verse of mine been the

Fuck you I rhyme better, habitual line stepper kind

Till the break of dawn with the charm of a leprechaun

Lucky if I slap you five and it don't break your fuckin' arm

Foes is frontin' but don't want it and we know this

When I'm coming they dip back like scoliosis

I be the P (P)-A (A)-C (C)-K (K)-F (What?)-M (Who)?-F (What?)-M (Who?)

I be the P (P)-A (A)-C (C)-K (K)-F (What?)-M (Who)?-F (What?)-M (Who?)

Y'all know who the fuck I be

I be the P to the A can't forget the C

And if you spell it with a K then you got it right

PackFM and I'm here to rock the house tonight

(I said) Now, y'all know who the fuck I be (Aight)

I be the P (Yo!) to the A can't (Yo, stop man) forget the C

And if you spell it with a K then (Jesus, yo) you got it right

PackFM (I'm comin' to get you man)and I'm here to rock