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Love in the cemetery? Naaa, just a rehearsal on stage. |
How kinky, Kitch. A cemetery as a venue for making love? That's what great masterminds involved in porn been thinking of, lately. The fact that making love in the cemetery hit your mind WAY before them makes you a pioneer. Not to mention friendly zombies who been struggling with loneliness and are offering a play of cards, this song is way ahead its time. You might say his idea to have sex in a cemetery, possibly near people's graves is gross (with a valley-girl accent, s'il vous plait?) and unacceptable, but what's unacceptable is what forced Kitch to go to a cemetery (which is nearly always a secluded place) to have sex without worrying about things. Prying eyes, narrow minds criminalizing sex under the title of "adultery" and shit.
Yeah yeah without further ado, I bring the treat to you, a beat that is wayyy off the chain, the rhyming on the chorus is pretty catchy too, y' talk about run and clicking the play button!
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