prod: @pluck-sunset
Art by: @freakyglob on ig x me

Lyrics:
Hey Nazi punk, please fuck off
Hey Nazi punk, please fuck off
Hey Nazi punk, please fuck off
Hey Nazy punk, hey hey hey hey
Hey Nazi punk, please fuck off
Hey Nazi punk, please fuck off
Hey Nazi punk, please fuck off
Hey Nazy punk, hey hey hey hey hey

Imma scream it all the time, wear it on my shirt
Tell me what you cryin’ for, does it really hurt?
Now you tellin’ like a narc, lookin’ like a nerd
Spewin’ all these lies, now yo family in the dirt

Hey Nazi punk, please fuck off
Hey Nazi punk, please fuck off
Hey Nazi punk, please fuck off
Hey Nazy punk, hey hey hey hey
Hey Nazi punk, please fuck off
Hey Nazi punk, please fuck off
Hey Nazi punk, please fuck off
Hey Nazy punk, hey hey hey hey hey

NAZI PUNKS FUCK OFF! {p. PLUCKSUNSET}

Scary Mask (Ft. Cheezy831) (Prod. Buckx2)

TRACK 02.  “Chicken Waffles” by A-RoN Gubbe
"The Demon Demo Volume II: Breakfast Bites Back !" out now on all streaming platforms! 

Executive Music Engineers: MetroNui, JayFive 6, Aaron Gubbe
Producers: MetroNui, JayFive 6, Aaron Gubbe
Creative Director: Aaron Gubbe
Creative: Aaron Gubbe, Janky Punx™
Art: BeBackWhenever/noah radio
Sounds: Janky Punx™, JayFive 6
Authors: Aaron Gubbe, JayFive 6
Composer: Aaron Gubbe, JayFive 6, MetroNui

“Chicken Waffles” by A-RoN Gubbe
Licensed by:
℗ 2024 Janky Punx™, © 2024 Janky Punx™ Music Publishing (Song Trust), © Janky Punx™, © A-RoN Gubbe

The Demon Demo Volume II: Breakfast Bites Back !

Chicken Waffles

02. Chicken Waffles prod. MetroNui

Lyrics: 

Yung cracka wit tha whip 
Hear that shit skirt
Fine shawty on my dick
Make a bitch squirt
Yung and stupid so yk I'm always
Turnt
Choppa did em automatic 
Make that blick work

Gunning them down
Splatter they guts
Kill all them niggas I don't give a fuck
Bitch I'm runnin it up with the clips I mag dump
Got yo bitch on my dick Think she done fell in love 
Fucked her so hard that she painted my nuts
Finna fuck up to footing when hitting em hard when we fight
I'm a flight risk to high for this shit it's like isis 
My chemical crash gon kill me and my and my fine shit 
All gunnin no fighting
Them hollows be flying
Like why is u tryin
U ain't shit but thorn in my side bitch
Gon Fuck up yo side kick
And fuck on yo side chick
Got switches we sliding 
No nigga u dying 
Nigga yu dying
No nigga u dying 
Nigga u dying 

Yung cracka wit tha whip 
Hear that shit skirt
Fine shawty on my dick
Make a bitch squirt
Yung and stupid so yk I'm always
Turnt
Choppa did em automatic 
Let that blick work
Got red dots on my Blickys 
all my shooters keep it tucked
I'm taking lives I'm breaking families 
And I do not give a fuck
Been in a runt since I was 12
So killin shit my only escape 
I'm not afraid to catch a charge so nigga do not test yo fate
I'm snatching souls and carving faces
On my crazy shit I'm feeling heinous 
Put this glock up to yo ass and blow yo brains right out yo anus
Why aint I famous yet I been the goat 
Why yu tryna run
Nowhere to go
Blick automatic finna let it blow
Is he dead or not I'll never know 
Until I spin Back 
Click Clack
Cock back the barrel and blast it
This switch gon hit automatically 
Make sure yo gang gon die tragically 
When i Summon up my shooters gon appear like it's magic 
Beam at his face Break apart
I Been breaking shawtys and hearts
My homies taking up arms
And yall homies take xany bars
I leave a blank space in his head
Like Taylor swift been to mars
I'm crazy 
I'm outa my mind
Feeling hazy
Not lazy
I'm dropping these tracks just like nukes
On the Japanese back in 1942 or 5 
It's do or die
Nigga I'm gon choose to live 
Stab em the gut empty his bowels with my fucking shiv
Spinnin onnem 
I Spin on his block bitch I know where u is
Pop his Brains right out his head when I shake em down js like sum soda fizz
Finna Open up some whoop ass on you niggas ain't no canned fish
Stomp out all his teeth just so he can't rizz and he can't diss 
These nuts been in yo mouth seen u dickriding like yo name candis

Trigger finger itching for the Mac 10
Split that boy up I turn that nigga to some rations 
Yuh
Yall don't wanna take actions 
(You're all fucking pussies and I'm gonna kill you)

Gunning them down
Splatter they guts
Kill all them niggas I don't give a fuck
Bitch I'm runnin it up with the clips I mag dump
Got yo bitch on my dick Think she done fell in love 
Fucked her so hard that she painted my nuts
Finna fuck up to footing when hitting em hard when we fight
I'm a flight risk to high for this shit it's like isis 
My chemical crash gon kill me and my and my fine shit 

Deny
Defend
Depose

SPLATTER THEY GUTS 『PROD.SHADYHELIOS』

FUCK!!!!

prod meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
prolly my fav

dumb

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Art by: https://www.instagram.com/gunvdwn?igsh=b3kyZGV2M3J0eWxn


lyrics: PART 1

put these noobs in the V-Bucks Van 

all my targets getting locked by my Brand New C Ram

no rules in the desert shoot him 3 Times in his back 

we gonna Call it suicide, die if you dont forgett that 

I NEED A GUN FULL AUTOMATIC 

SEE YOU THROUGH MY SCOPE SINCE DAYS I HOLD MY GUN STEADY

I HOLD MY GUN STEADY 4x

everyday waitin just to fucking shot (shot)

blow youre head of shot until i see youre fucking gut

they call me the killer but i know im fucking not 

slowly im about to think that im a fucking god

but i dont really feel Bad 

cop some weapons in iraq, all i smell is fear and dead

i dont care anymore im gonna turn the desert red

with the RC-XD coming whil you are sleeping in youre bed 

Part 2

got a glock in youre mouth, boutta shot, you gon die tonight 

In my jet goin 5G, see you hit you just when the sky is bright

and i load my Guns, send a SWAT Do it all Just for the fun 

safety of better run, got my aim right to ur fucking lungs 

Im not a murder but i kill 

click clack nobody got my skill

bbq dead body on the grill, since days i feel a bit ill 2x 


NO RULES IN THE DESERT

CURBSTOMP (Prod. Or.1ove)

Prod. Vilex

Lyrics:

Yea yea yea kill and leave no witnesses
Can never trust a soul and I’ll never love a bitch 

She likes it down her throat
That’s what she be tellin me
Chainsaw to his limbs
Yea it’s tearing fuckin meat

“You’re a crazy motherfucker”

I don’t give a fuuuuuuuck
Stack a couple k’s 
Yea let’s run it up
Stack a couple bodies
Yea let’s burn em up 

Snapchat thottie
She think she a hottie
She passed around, shake and baked
Like Ricky Bobby 
No bitch I’m not sorry
Why are you sobbing
You weren’t crying 
Yea when that pussy was popping

I tense up, fists up 
Jumping in the mosh pit
Face down, ass up
Cause she is toxic

Ricky by my side but I will still rock shit
Blicky by my side yea I think imma pop it

I got a pussy boys brains on my shoes
Yea I got a couple demons yea I’ll let em loose
Toe tags getting passed around like some juice
AR-15 knock you down like a moose

Paybacks a bitch, I hope you taste that
Don’t crawl back to me when you see more racks
Uppercut a pussy like my name is Jax
Y’all some fuckin weirdos y’all just needa touch some fuckin grass

RICKY BOBBY [VILEX]

Where You Once Were |prod. pilotkid

demon demo volume II : breakfast bites back out now :)
a-ron gubbe x walter ep 
the wvvipunx present: TH3 RiiiD3
(all coming soon) :3 



A-RoN Gubbe (25 years old) is an American Singer/Rapper/Musician, has actively been creating music & writing songs since the age of 14 and performing since 16, is and has been an active member of the local underground scenes that continues to grow within and outside of the Pacific NorthWest area since starting. 

A-RoN continues to exceed expectations within the underground music communities with their unpredictable nature of song writing and vocal capabilities.

@arongubbe on everything