“Boxes on Boxes”
By: Joe, Dillon & Jeff (a.k.a. The Last Crew Standing)
(Beat: Aggressive trap with industrial clanking, box tape rips, and back pain energy)
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[Intro – Joe (pissed off)]
1500 boxes.
Three-man crew.
Joey got booted, Calen went ghost, and Anthony?
He left mid-load talkin’ ‘bout “I’ll be right back.”
He ain’t never come back.
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[Hook – All (chanting with rage)]
Boxes on boxes! Ain’t no end!
Calen got dropped, Joey got banned!
Anthony bailed like a rat in the flood,
Now it’s three of us left draggin’ cardboard and blood!
Boxes on boxes! Sweatin’ like dogs!
Tape guns broke, we usin’ fogs!
Call dispatch—we don’t want no help!
We movin’ mountains, and they still takin’ selfies!
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[Verse 1 – Joe (heating up)]
It was me, Dillon, Jeff—clocked in like war,
Joey got sent home for actin’ like a chore.
Calen out here “sick,” yeah right, bro please,
He was chillin’ on Xbox while we dyin’ on our knees.
Anthony said “I’ll grab lunch,” then dipped,
That man Houdini’d right off the shift.
I’m breakin’ down boxes while my soul break too,
Movin’ 12,000 pounds with a pad and some glue.
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[Verse 2 – Dillon (red in the face)]
Bro, we workin’ like prisoners in July heat,
While Joey back home postin’ memes with his feet.
Calen on “rest,” but he was fine last night,
Caught him doin’ squats in his IG live light!
Jeff out here with a pulled-out back,
Still haulin’ wardrobes like a maniac.
Me? I’m dead inside, fully broke,
And I still loaded that truck while Anthony smoked.
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[Hook – Even Louder]
Boxes on boxes! No one in sight!
Crew down bad, but we still movin’ right!
Joey got dropped, Calen’s a myth,
Anthony? Bro vanished like a gift!
Boxes on boxes! Runnin’ on fumes!
One dolly left, and it squeak out tunes!
We the crew that never fold,
Built this job on rage and mold!
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[Verse 3 – Jeff (quiet but savage)]
I ain’t even say much—just stack and go,
But if Joey show up, I might lose control.
Took five breaks, still moved like one,
While we broke records in the Houston sun.
Anthony dipped with my Gatorade too,
Left me heat stroked and talkin’ to glue.
They think this job’s light ‘cause we laugh sometimes…
But it’s trauma taped up in box 29.
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[Final Hook – Crew Yellin’ from the Roof of the Truck]
Boxes on boxes! Three-man war!
Twelve-hour shift with one hinge door!
No help, no tip, no grace, no nap—
But we still loaded it all, and that’s a fact!
Boxes on boxes! Legends in pain!
Put us in the hall of sweat and strain!
Joey? Gone. Calen? Trash.
Anthony? Better not show his ass.
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[Outro – Joe (dead inside)]
We did 1500 with three damn backs.
And dispatch still said,
“Shouldn’t have been that bad.”
KennyT69
