The great American song lyric — mastered by giants such as Lorenz Hart, Oscar Hammerstein, Irving Berlin, and Cole Porter — is alive and well. Rapper NoSenz (pictured here) puts his artistic touch on this year’s No.1 golf rap song: 2019 Be Bitched Up! Breathtaking in its raw simplicity, NoSenz shatters all of the myths that have plagued professional golf since the demise of the 90-compression balata golf ball.
NOTE: DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE OFFENDED BY 21st CENTURY POETRY. FOR ADULTS ONLY!
2019 BE BITCHED UP!
Tiger gettin’ the glory
He the number one story
Fuck them spinal disasters
Bro’ won the Masters
DeChambeau drinkin’ shakes
Eatin’ porterhouse steaks
Dude hard as a rock
Hittin’ chips with his cock
Haney’s troubles be brewin’
Koreans be stewin’
Park, Kim, and Lee
Say, “Don’t fuck with me!”
2019! 2019!
Augusta wastes water
Keepin’ fairways that green
2019! 2019!
Takin’ drops from my knees
Make me look like a queen
Patrick Reed in the sand
Gotta give him a hand
He said he did nuthin’
Motherfucker be bluffin’!
Rory winnin’ all over
Who the fuck be Max Homa?
Woodland wins US Open
Philly Mick, he still hopin’
On his grave, lay a wreath
R.I.P., Jordan Spieth
Golden Boy ain’t no more
Motherfucker can’t score
2019! 2019!
Augusta wastes water
Keepin’ fairways that green
2019! 2019!
Takin’ drops from my knees
Make me look like a queen
Vijay settles his suit
His case now be moot
PGA Tour lost its way
With that deer antler spray
The Tour guys are tweetin’
Like sheep, can’t stop bleatin’
Don’t care what they say
Shut the fuck up and play!
TM dudes dressed like babies
Damn, I’d rather have scabies
‘Yo, Jimmy Nantz:
Rahm gotta load in his pants!
