[Scratches:] 

"Hey little soldier you ain't ready for war" (Uh uh) 

"I show how to do this" 

"AMATEUR!" 



[Hook:] 

Y'all don't 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 



[Verse 1:] 

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 

'Cause 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 to all, this shit could end in 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 Kings nigga, have it your way 

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

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



[Hook:] 

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) Once they (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!) 



[Verse 2:] 

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 

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 



[Bridge:] 

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?) 



[Hook:] 

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