Case in point: Twiztid. Covered in fake blood and makeup, this raunchy rap duo are Juggalos to the bone. If you want elaborate rhyme schemes, complex wordplay, and immaculately crafted music, dye your hair blond, buy another copy of a multiplatinum record, and stay home. If you want something rougher, if you like your cult to be a little more exclusive, the Twiztid boys are your Clown-prince apostles. If you don’t like them, well, you’re not really supposed to.
This article appears in Jan 29 – Feb 4, 2003.

