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letra de nasty - new mayhem

[verse 1:]
listen, my footprint? it sort of looks rectangular
the inside arches of my feet? they aren’t proper angular
i got them peses pl-n-s, yeah my feeties really flat
so if i walk too far at once, foot aches make me alack
and that’s not even talking my phalange achilles heel
i’m an mc with that hammer toe, i mean the tips down curl
it sort of makes my toenails grow out in a crescent curve
it’s not amazing, you can trust me, it will give me corns
and climbing up a pier, i banged my long toe on the dock
so now the tip is always black, like gangrene (what a thought!)
in general the tensile strength of my toenails is strong
sometimes i need the help to clip, so then i call my mom
most of these maladadies come from my dna
genetics of my parents tossed about in a puree
and it’s really not their fault, but when formed zygote finally
it would not have been the worst to miss out on the nasty gene

[chorus:]
oh a little nasty, oh a little nasty
oh a little crusty, oh a little ghastly
oh a little oily, oh a little sweaty
oh a little reddish, oh a little flaky
oh a little nasty, oh a little nasty
oh a little grotesque, oh a little pasty
oh a little garish, oh a little harshish
oh a little garbage varnish sewage carnage vomit
oh a lot of awful uncontrollable afflic -i- tions
mingle in my mental and perverse my muscled skeleton
raze and shred my confidence, amaze me with my own distaste
disgust my bust with rugged must of hideous grisly misshape
rake my eyes repugnant lies of grim and vile plight of mine
a man whose grain is pikestaff plain, this godly chaff a massive maim
who carries shame for huckery, no oil painting does he be
his rosary a simple plea “please let me be less nastily”

[verse 2:]
as a teeny bopper i’d sport quite the pulsing pores
they’d ooze about, an oily spout, across my headsp-ce fore
this plight ignited pimpled flight, they burst upon my skin
these blebs and blains, these whelkish banes, these blistered fits of zits
i couldn’t stand my crusty glands, so fingers went to pick
they’d rip and tear the pustule flares, and leave a scarring rift
so even as my skin cleared up, abscess remnants remained
my father calls them potholes, or the classic crater face (thanks dad)
my father though claims ownership of quite the special trait
exposed to heat, he sweats a mess, his shirt covered in stains
but guess which of his offspring best retained this precious gift?
so now when it peaks sixty, all my glands begin to drip
it coats my epidermis, warms me with a gooish sl!ck
then just as easily, when breezy, dries out all my skin
my flaws are always showy ones, they really can’t be missed
so she had a lotta fodder when ex gf made a list
at the topmost of her notes she wrote eyebrows ugly
she followed that with ugly skin, feet, kneecaps, widows peak
and lots of other ugly stuff, like mostly my whole soma
she likened me to lumpy shark, said my breath had aroma
she called my nail beds really bad, my lips as thin as crepe
she called me balding, disproportioned, sorely oddly shaped
she called me faulty, tone deaf, destitute and color blind
she said my nostrils flared and that i had a weak jawline

[bridge:]
(a weak…a weak jawline? i don’t have a…she also called me a cringey rapper. it was an 80 point list.)

{outro:]
his rosary a simple cry “please let insecurities die”
“please rip them from my helpless vessel, let their anchored spirits fly
please raise me up to feel the love, the warmth of self security
please let me feel suspended in breath of personal surety

- new mayhem

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