In America we recognize grand achievements in popular culture by bestowing various awards upon artists. Sunday night at the musical Grammy Awards we honored the following triumphs in lyrical creativity reflective of our lofty artistic ideals:
From Macklemore’s "Thrift Shop":
Nah, walk up to the club like, "What up? I got a big c*ck!"
I'm so pumped about some sh*t from the thrift shop.
I'll take those flannel zebra jammies, second-hand, I rock that motherf*cker
The built-in onesie with the socks on that motherf*cker
I hit the party and they stop in that motherf*cker
From Jay-Z’s "Holy Grail":
Blue told me to remind you n*ggas
F*ck that sh*t y’all talkin' about
I'm the n*gga, caught up in all these lights and cameras
From Justin Timberlake’s "Suit & Tie":
I be on my suit and tie, sh*t tie, sh*t tie
I be on my suit and tie, sh*t tie, sh*t
So long as the National Academy of Recording Arts and Sciences is allowed to identify the apex of our musical talents, history will know that in 2014 we honored “c*cks” “motherf*ckers” and “sh*t.”
I couldn’t have said it better myself.
Send in the clowns.