Sure, Trip Freeman and Kory Calico write an awful lot about their exploits with women, on their own accord. But their lyrical style has always carried an unmistakable sense of refinement — they keep things subtle if not classy, even in the midst of full-on locker room talk. It's one of their more endearing qualities. “My Cologne” (or as the Bandcamp page has it listed, “Pussy My Cologne”), however, is a clear step down from their typically smooth and inventive word plays.
The song is funky to be sure, and the W.I.C. guys are rapping in top form. But a song that's so blatantly sleazy is out of character for them. Not for Jones, though. Perhaps in a packed-out club setting, where things like inhibition and acumen give-way to crunk ambiance and mob psychology, “My Cologne” could get people moving. But staring at this computer screen, bumping the song through a pair of headphones, it’s pretty gross.
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