Our 3rd company jam. And it is a banger. 

Lyrics:

[Verse 1]

G-Dawg headquarters, cardboard cathedral, boxes stacked to the ceiling,

Breaking packs like a surgeon, precision, that's the feeling.

Shipping worldwide, FedEx flying, DHL moving mountains,

Hobby shop prophet, preaching hits from the fountain.

Every continent, every nation, got that G-Dawg station,

Trading cards rapid-fire, mass production, no cessation.

[Prechorus]

Cardboard falling, falling

Breaks calling, calling

[Chorus]

G-Dawg, G-Dawg, dropping that heat

G-Dawg, G-Dawg, can't take the heat

Breaks, races, games on repeat

G-Dawg cardboard, worldwide receipt

[Verse 2]

Rips so clean, margins thin, gambling den of nostalgia,

Sealed product virgin, busting through each box carrier.

Racing competition, adrenaline, stakes climbing higher,

Games stacked deep, collector's fever, never tire.

Parallel universes in plastic, graded dream sequences,

Hobby scripture written in pull rates, consequences.

G-Dawg methodology, cardboard archaeology,

Breaking boxes, breaking hearts, that's the anthology.

[Bridge]

Boxes boxes, stacked and sorted

Every corner of the world got that G-Dawg imported

Breaks dropping daily, the masses need their fix

Trading card addiction, G-Dawg mixed and mixed

[Chorus]

G-Dawg, G-Dawg, dropping that heat

G-Dawg, G-Dawg, can't take the heat

Breaks, races, games on repeat

G-Dawg cardboard, worldwide receipt