[Intro — spoken] Who you tryin’ to get crazy with, ése? Don’t you know I’m loco? Not low-cap loco — free-range loco. Suit on the bird. Gold House on the block. (BAWK!) --- [Verse 1] Bird hit the room with the flamboyant drip Blue suit clean with the long tie tip Walk real slow while the whole coop stare Blond feathers swept like I own the air Red candle flash? I don't lose my cool Cluckers know panic is a trenchers’ tool Lights blinkin’, bags thinkin’ Green little candles at my feet tail-waggin’ Everybody squawks when the numbers go low That’s why I don’t fowl with the big 4-0 Bro, I got grain to maintain Whole coop rattlin’ the walls of my brain They ask what happened — I can't explain A bird like me is goin’ insane --- [Chorus] Insane on the meme-brane Insane in the brain Insane on the meme-brane Insane in the brain Insane on the meme-brane Crazy insane, got no grain Insane on the meme-brane Insane in the brain (BAWK—BAWK!) --- [Verse 2] Bag undercover, now enter the Clucker Fat little wallet getting thicker than supper Peck at the ask, then I straighten my collar Chicken got class — still fights for a dollar Green candles follow like dogs through the hall One starts barkin’, now they’re waggin’ them all Bears at the fence wanna measure my nerve I give ’em one look like— Know your pecking order, sir. Cult in the cellar, Cluckers upstairs Degens brought folding lawn chairs Somebody whispers, “Should we chase that gain?” NO. Now straighten that tie and maintain I don't need feathers predicting the rain A bird like me is goin’ insane --- [Chorus] Insane on the meme-brane Insane in the brain Insane on the meme-brane Insane in the brain Insane on the meme-brane Crazy insane, got no grain Insane on the meme-brane Insane in the brain --- [Bridge — loose / call-and-response] Insane in the brain, in the brain Because I’m clucko (BAWK!) Insane in the brain, in the brain Because I’m clucko Insane in the brain — in the brane Because I’m clucko Insane in the brain... (Kinda loco... kind of poultry.) CLUCKERS: BAWK! BAWK! --- [Verse 3] Gold House party and the coop got packed Every meme on the chain came dressed to act One brought charts, one brought bags One showed up still holding twelve red flags DJ scratching while the candles run loose One green candle stole somebody’s shoes Cluckers in the kitchen, suits in the yard Chicken at the table playing memes like cards Tie went sideways, feathers still slick Whole room bouncing when the bassline hit No crystal ball and no fortune claim Just a thousand bad ideas in a meme-brane Someone yelled— “WHO LET THE CLUCKERS OUT?” Front door open. Whole coop ran out. Bears look nervous. Bird stays vain. A bird like me is goin’ insane --- [Final Chorus] Insane on the meme-brane Insane in the brain Insane on the meme-brane Insane in the brain Insane on the meme-brane Crazy insane — locked the grain Insane on the meme-brane Insane in the brain (BAWK—BAWK!) Insane on the meme-brane Cluckers off the chain Insane on the meme-brane... [Beat abruptly cuts.] (...Kinda clucko.) --- [Tag — spoken, dead serious] Pecking order’s set. The coop’s locked. The suit don’t molt. [single distant BAWK] CC 21 B.
