My Name is Adam

[Verse 1] It's A-1, the first name on your iPod Flash like a camera on top of a tripod When I look at rappers I don't see dudes, I see food You a crab cake, a lobster, a rock cod Only spit real ish, top of a hot dog I like a woman with wits on top of a hot bod If her hot body's hotter than a hot toddy I'mma have to make her say my name like she Rod Roddy The announcer from The Price is Right I'm exactly the same as your favorite rapper, but I'm twice as tight Get loose, but my girl keep it nice and tight Shine diamond bright, not a single piece of ice in sight They wanna put me on the ropes like Mike Tyson might, in a fight But I'm as dope as white rice is white Or brown rice is brown Put your hands in the opposite side of the ground if you like the sound [Hook] My name is, my name is, my name, my name is A-Dam, damn My name, damn damn, my name, my name, damn damn Now I'm, now I'm going HAM, now I'm, now I'm HAM HAM Now I'm, now I'm going HAM like a burger on the damn flame My name is, my name is, my name, my name is A-Dam, damn My name, damn damn, my name, my name, damn damn [Verse 2] Last night I meant to hit the club, just to get my local thrills Instead I smoked 'til I had no social skills Microphones to my face 'til my vocal spills Doing live shows tryna stack bi-coastal bills With this rap I am so for reals Taking trips to New York to LAX back to Oakland Hills And me and you mom supposed to chill Why? Cause even your moms know the deal But I could never love her cause she ain't got nothing for me Except for wine and dine me, that reminds me of a funny story I knew this dude who swore his girlfriend was like a flower Perfect and pure, he was sure he would die without her Thought she was busy making plans for the bridal shower Came home and saw her with his friends getting Eiffel Towered That's a damn shame, but that's the damn game You brush it off, you take a loss and do your damn thing My name is A-Dam, bitch, I finally got a damn name Now I'm going HAM like a burger on the damn flame [Hook] [Verse 3] Last night this chick told me I was cool, she was very kind And we shared a smash and a glass of sweet berry wine I put my round shoe in your square behind She around your ass, but wish that she could marry mine Now she only sings happy songs Cause I beat the pussy up like it musta came at me wrong Damn, I'm not a fan of these amateurs Y'all don't put in work, I demand to see managers You niggas a mess, I demand to see janitors Got me kinda stressed, I ain't think it was this bad at first From The Mission where the kids that speak Spanish is Step and you’re set to need bandages I’ll be either chillin’ on the street dodging ‘rest in peace’ damages Or chillin’ on the beach eating Vietnamese sandwiches The culture is that diverse I’ve lived ten different lives, bet your cat died first, but um This gon’ be that jam, y’all know who I am My name is A-Dam, bitch and that’s my verse, once again [Hook]