Casket Clique
This group is the result of two creative minds meeting in this screwed up world. Two minds to rule them all. And if you resist, you shall be slaughtered then beheaded, disembowled, drawn and quartered, then we'll suck the blood out of your veins into a pitcher, let it rot in the sun for five days, then drink it down while sitting on a tombstone. And, oh, we love our mommies.
Tell me about your history? How did you get where you are now?
We started 3 days ago when our bodies were found in a Manhattan public swimming gutter sewer pool type library concrete factory sex house porno mag publisher building. So in the past 18 years of our rap careers, we've done alot including having sex with wooden Ouigi boards and producing tracks for the Charles Manson hit theater Broadway play. We have a fan club called "The Dead Heads" maybe you've heard of em, they're 198 dead guys from Manson's clique in Connecticut.
Have you performed live in front of an audience? Any special memories?
Yeah, only in cemetaries, at midnight, when the clock rings 12 times. When Pluto lines up with Saturn, the moon lines up with Jupiter and it all lines up with your anus. We like it alright, I guess, sometimes it gets cold in the cemetary and the ghouls won't let us wear coats, because we're alive and they wish they were alive with enough bank roll to buy cashmere soccer mom bitch ass whack coats. Special moments? When a man loves a woman, and that woman loves him backj, and it all lines up with your anus...it's special...but only if it's Thursday.
Your musical influences
We like to influence our music with Bach, Mozart, Beethoven, and Paula Abdul. We are also heavily influenced by Elvis and Korn.
What equipment do you use?
Our fingers as microphones, ourteeth as beat machines, and our girlfriends stomachs as notepads for lyrics...we carve lyrics into them with exacto blades from K-mart but when they run out we fly to Pakistan to buy them at a Kwik-E-Mart run by white folks.
Anything else?
We love you Paula...but only on Thursdays when the moon goes down and so does the sun, and our souls are blackened like sweet peanut butter nugget treats.
