Guy’s Notorious Nuts

Straight Outta Honesdale—Just East of Prompton.

Yeah, you heard that right. Prompton is a real place. Ain’t much happenin’ there, but dropping that name? Now we’re talkin’ street cred. Guy's OG Nuts hittin' hard with Habanero and Ghost Pepper so tight, homies be cryin' before they take a bite! These nuts run the streets.

Garage Dix or whatever they call themselves nowadays??? Man, they used to run these streets. Back when Necco provided the crown, those nuts had the town locked down. But those days are dead and buried, and now? Garage Dix are lyin’ in the gutters of apathy, a joke, goin insane—still around, but circlin’ the drain.

Now, There's a new nut in town and he's takin' the comp down!

First bite? Sweet, smooth, almost seductive—like a trap. You think you’re safe, but then BOOM—flames start blastin.’ Habanero rips into your tongue, then the ghost pepper kicks in the door, and your throat gets lit up like a busta caught in the crossfire. You’re gaspin,’ sweatin,’ chokin’—but it’s too late.

Think you made it through? Nah, homie. These nuts don’t just roll deep—they haunt your insides like unfinished business. Those peppers got a second hit lined up, and this time? It’s comin’ for your sphincter.

Yeah, the next day’s a war zone. You’ll be clutchin’ the porcelain throne, rockin’ back and forth like a fool who just realized they picked the wrong damn fight. Your stomach’s singin’ Who Shot Ya? while your ass begs for a truce.

But guess what? You’ll still come back for more. ‘Cause when pain is this good, you ain’t got a choice.

Garage Dix? Still kickin,’ but barely. The old king is broken, busted, and one step from the grave. This town’s got a new ruler, and it ain’t some tired, stale-ass mix of candy and peanuts. It’s Guy’s Nuts.

These nuts just snacks, they be street cred in a sack.

So, what’s it gonna be? You ridin’ with the real ones, or you just another busta what can't handle a real sack of nuts?

Allergen Information: Contains Peanuts and Tree Nuts.