[Intro] [SFX: Box Opening, Chess Clicks, Shell Cracking] "Two ducks. One box. Chess set made of chocolate. Every piece is a bonbon — hard shell outside, liqueur center inside. You take a piece — you eat it. You eat it — you drink it. You drink it — you lose it. The pieces have names. Their names are ours. We don't remember who played us last." [SFX: First Shell Cracks. Beat Drops Hard] [Verse 1] [Lead Voice - nasal, aggressive, sharp consonants, steady, on-beat, fading by end] White eats Black. I don't like white chocolate. First move: pawn to e4. I'm at your throat. Little Chicken on the board — crack the shell, take a note. Dark liqueur on my tongue — whoa, that's smooth. You're too scared to bite — you're scared to get the juice! You play Black but you won't eat — what's the point of the game? You wanna win with a clean beak? Man, that's a shame. I'm the glutton of the board, I'm the feast, I'm the flood — I'll eat your whole damn army and I'll drink your ...wait. Whose turn? ...Right. Mine. Bill from Billing? Cracked. Swallowed. Gone. His liqueur hit different — bitter, slow, strong. Quacklash next — I bit the head clean off. Now my beak is sticky and I'm... what was I saying? [SFX: Slurred Laugh, Shell Cracks] [Chorus 1] [Crowd Voice] CHECK! MATE! CHECK! MATE! Who's got the liqueur quackitude to BUCK? FLAP BACK! CLAP BACK! Put your little chocolate piece flat on the rack! Who's advancing? Who's cracked? Who got eaten last? Who's drownin' in the liqueur when the board gets trashed? Chest puffed, bill drunk, stumbling in the muck — WHO'S GOT THE LIQUEUR QUACKITUDE TO BUCK?! [SFX: Half-Slurred Voice Tries To Join Chant, Swallowed By Crowd, Crowd Does Not Break] [Verse 2] [Lead Voice - cold, steady, on-beat, every consonant landed] I got Black. And I hate white chocolate. So I'm gonna win without eating. Win without drinking. Win without losing myself. You eat everything you touch — that's not a strategy, that's a binge. I take one piece. Just one. And I don't flinch. Your shell is cracking, White — I hear it in your voice. You started with a plan. Now you don't have a choice. You played White but you ate Black — you don't know who you are. I played Black and I ate nothing — and I'm the fucking zar. On my back rank, standing tall: The Mallard. Cold. Still. Emerald dome, unblinking — he does not eat. He kills. Don Quacko on my side — a king who's never fed. I guard him with an empty beak and a sober head. The rest of my back rank — silent, sober, still. Not one of them eaten. Not one of them will. You're a glutton. I'm a surgeon. You're a flood. I'm a knife. And I'll win this fucking game without taking a life! [Chorus 2] [Crowd Voice + Lead Voice] CHECK! MATE! CHECK! MATE! Who's got the liqueur quackitude to BUCK? FLAP BACK! CLAP BACK! Put your little chocolate piece flat on the rack! Who's advancing? Who's cracked? Who got eaten last? Who's drownin' in the liqueur when the board gets trashed? Chest still, bill clean, standing in the muck — The cold one's got the liqueur quackitude to buck. [Bridge] [Lead Voice - fast, close-mic, dry] [SFX: Solo Piano, Vinyl Hiss, Empty Board Hum] [ref: Board is almost empty, his side is almost gone] Board almostempty hisside almostgone [ref: White ate his own army, Black just held on] White ate hisownarmy Black justheldon [ref: Two kings left standing, no pawns, no queens] Twokings leftstanding nopawns noqueens [ref: No knights, no bishops, nothing left to eat, nothing left to win] Noknights nobishops nothinglefttoeat nothinglefttowin [Lead Voice - slow, quiet, close] Wait. Who's playing who? I don't remember the rules. I don't remember my name. [Lead Voice - slow, bare, no quotes] I don't remember if I'm the player... or the piece. "Your move." [Outro] [SFX: Board Reset Click, Box Opening, Chocolate Melt Fading] "Checkmate. But in the static... a box opens. New pieces. New shells. New liqueur. Two ducks. One box. Someone else sits down. Their hands are webbed. Their names are ours. Your move." [SFX: Mic Drop THUD]
