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