Insane Clown Posse are many things:
Loved, hated, ridiculed, revered—yet never ignored.
They’re not a group that ever asked anyone for permission to exist.
They simply show up: faces painted, clownish attire, cursing, howling, and spraying Faygo into the sky like holy water.
And, like any jester, you either laugh and roll your eyes, scrunch up your nose, clutch your pearls, and look away, or follow them into the carnival.


