Poor, poor Kriss Kross. If they'd come around 20 years later they'd be Williamsburg sensations, with an army of hipsters buttoning their flannels up the back and rocking skinny jeans ass-forward (come to think of it, that might be more comfortable). In the '90s, rap fans had to defend themselves against a constant barrage of attack from people who thought that rap wasn't even music. We didn't have any time (or room in our CD-buying budget) for an ironic stance about the music we loved. RiFF RAFF? That shit would not fly in 1994.
There was no such thing as ironically bad rap.