Bueno Mac's Freestyles

Yeah, rapping real slow now.  Speaking kinda low, how?  Usually, I’m upbeat and hyped.  To type out, a new one.  But I gotta say, it’s loosing it’s fun.  Saying the same shit.  I’m loosing my touch, my grasp, with reality.  My sanity, is falling apart.  I’m in a cart, and my peers are pushing me.  I want to step out, and be free.  But somehow, I feel safe, confined in my own space.  Where no one can touch me, no one can harm me.  Nothing can alarm me.  Jesus, this isn’t rhyming, my timing, is off beat.  I’m about to admit defeat.  

When suddenly the pace quickens, and I being to get sickened.  I sicken, my psychotic rage, uncage.  My inner-self.  Let him dwell, on those who fell, to their knees.  And said, “please, don’t, I don’t want to be dead.”  And rapidly behead, them. Send them, to a hell that he doesn’t believe in.  Because, he knows if it were real, he would have 1000 sins.  On his chest, that he couldn’t rest.  On the floor, he’s a thug, hardcore, motherfucker.  Who doesn’t take anything from anyone.  He believes killing is more fun, than I do skateboarding, or rapping.  He loves snapping, bitches necks.  Then threatening to do it again.  But this time, to their boyfriend.  He wants to end, everyone’s life.  I guess, to show them, my strife.  First hand, and demand, respect.  Recollect, that I’ve been threw the worst this world has to offer.  

You can’t get much more depressed, than I.  But, you don’t, won’t understand, unless you see it threw my eye.  What kind of a guy, smiles at the sight of another’s blood?  How can he be this heartless?  He’s truly evil, torturous, as if he’s medieval.  Unvirtuous, he believes everyone should pay.  For the pain that I’ve gone threw.  So, sue, me if you think you can get, to, him.  But you won’t, it’ll only get worse for you.  See, he’s uncontrollable.  However, very quotable.

His name is Bueno Mac, or at least that’s what I call him.  He’s never told me his real name, it’s a shame.  I want to get to know it, so I can get rid of this piece of shit.  So I can be peaceful, and spit.  Nice rhymes, instead of how I want to watch the world burn.  And turn, upside down.  Instead of acting like a clown, to watch peoples’ reactions to it.  I think he knows I’m talking about him, because I’m feeling it again.  In my head, getting, riled, up.  Freestyle’s getting sped up.  Like I’m on some kind of drug.

Nope, that’s the feeling of a slug.  And I mean-mug.  You, and if you think it’s cute, come over and tell me so.  I ain’t slow, I’mma show, you what I can do.  I’ll rip apart this beat, take a seat.  Tell Uncle Bueno who you defeat-ed.  Who’s dead, and who gives a shit.  Not me, because, I’m the one who did it.  I’ll say it right to your face, go ahead, get your mace.  Like I care, I’ll take it while I stare.  Into your eyes, laughing.  Because, I’m staffing, their head.  Right now, go ahead.  Look at it, say how much you loved them.  Soon it’ll be you, but not yet.  When it’s the full moon.  

When you hear, the large footsteps, turn around and seen a dark figure.  Only 5’5” but bigger, than life.  Scarier, than terrier, it’self.  

You wake up, it was just a dream.  Thank God, it seemed, so real. You could feel, his hands around your throat. The gun that he toats, was, against your chest.  But now you can rest, easy.  Knowing that it’s now the truth.  The proof, is that you’re alive.  You survived, a very scary nightmare.

Fuck it, I’m done.  Have fun.

                        -Bueno Mac

What the fuck is caution?  Often, I leave you flossin’.  Swappin’, mad style for erectile, dysfunctions.  In a dissing style.  I’m gonna get riled, up.  Force feedin you cyanide, from a cup.  Laced with acid, I’m a train wreck. Waitin to happen, beats with the necks that I’m snappin.  And your bitch’s tappin, along with the 2 on 1s featuring Rhianna and Christiana Malian.  Bring it on, singin my song.  Invadin her thong.  And whatever I say is, or is gonna be real.  Stronger than steel.  Bitch, you’re gonna feel, my flow.  As I show you, what Bueno can do.  More than just violence.  Lyrical importance.  Ignorance, can be fixed.  But your stupidity, is gone in the distance.

Big and Sexy, Bueno isn’t Mexy.  But hey, doesn’t matter, you love him anyway.  Bitches gettin their spray-tans, done.  Lookin like they were in the sun.  Ladies, tonight we’re gonna have a lot of fun.  Lon-don bridges, pullin down your britches.  Ain’t no Hollywood Undead, no one’s Dead In Ditches.  Rollin up the swishes.  Hersey’s white chocolate kisses.  Freestyle disses, to anyone who thinks they’re amazing.  I’ve got the sting, of a thousand bees.  And the steeze, to make it look eas-y.  Like a breez-y, bitch lookin like a Cover Girl.  But her voice makes me wanna hurl.  Feelin like a Tilt-a-Whirl.  

I’m already wasted, getting faced-with.  Charges of reckless development.   My insane style is evident.  In all of my raps, you hear gun shots, bong rips, and claps.   You still think I’m a joke?  I’m just waiting to see you croak.  Then I’ll smoke, and toke, more than ever. And simultaneousnessly become more and more clever.  I’ll never, go down.  Never become some pop-sensation clown.  But I’ll drown, you, and your crew.  If you diss me, or anyone of my three or four homies.

Fuck it, I’m done. Have fun..

I was graced by your presence. Now look, we’re in the past tense. You left me because you were unhappy. But it makes me feel crappy. Worse, I’m depressed again, and I’m out of medicine. To heal, how I feel. So I just have to deal, with it all alone. I wish you’d pick up your phone. I feel like I’m stuck in my own zone. Once I’ve shown, you the real me. You left. Said I was a jerk. Sometimes I go berserk. And I hurt, those around me. I’m sorry. I love you. It’s true. But you don’t care anymore. It seems paranorm-al. For you not to be here. I’m alive on sheer, will power. Left crying, hour after hour. Our, time is up. You gave me so many chances, and I blew all of them. Babe, I can’t, live without you. You were my everything. You made my eart *ring-a-ling*. You made me want to sing. Now I’m lying and feeling like I’m dying. And constantly sighing. I’m hurt, I feel like dirt. Why did I let you, into my heart? I knew from the start, that this was going to end badly. And sadly, I was correct. But don’t fret, I bet, I’ll be fine…In heaven, but probably hell. Whaat with what I tell, people. I had no clue you felt the way you do. You said, just earlier that you loved me. But oh well, my heart just fell. And broke in half. I try to laugh, it off. But I’m not tough enough, not this time. I can’t even think of a rhyme to appropriatly express how I feel. Like beat up, broken steel. Left in te scrap, yard. Or a lonely shard, of glass. “Wanna hit?”, nah I’ll pass. That’s what I gave up for you. I feel like a dirty loo. I wish you couldsee how much I need you.
I’m done, have fun.

This shit’s bout to get thick.  Thicker than yo biggest hommie’s dick.  This rap is bout to get sick.  Take a little look, and gander, let me gather my thoughts.  *POP POP POP*, those must be gun shots.  I fucked with the Klu Klux and now they’re after me.  But unfortunately they forgot who I be.  I’m Bueno Mac, got a the biggest sack, of stones.  I’ll fuck your girl, and wait till she moans.  Record it, and play it back to you, in your face.  Have a taste, of what I’ve been through.  As you strew, your beef upon me.  The illest M.C. that there ever will be.

Let me get down to business, this isn’t about fitness.  Or readiness, this is about my deadliness.  I’ve become insane, in my mother fucking membrane. Of my fucking brain.  I cuss more than ever, and I still remain well above the standard for the level for clever.  Push my buttons, pull my lever.  And you’ll take my rage into a whole different level.  You’ll fuck with another devil.  My rage’s been caged for too long, so from now on, I’m gonna let it loose.  Duck, duck, goose!  You better run, boy I’m having way too much fun.  I got my 12 gauge, and you gotta run ‘fore I get into my next stage, of anger.  You remind me of a fucking canker.  You’re stanker, than any other skank, I’ve ever seen.  Or ever been, with.  You’re rep, is just a myth.  You have no guts, that’s why you send sluts, to deal with I.  You fucking sty.

Bueno Mac’s back and better than ever.  Fuck it, I’m done, have fun.

Guess who it is, best in the buis. It’s Bueno Mac, here to grab a midnight snack. People talking shit, so I figured it’s time to spit. I’m more clever than ever, my flow goes together better than it used to. Yeah, you know it’s true. This kids is saying I’m gay, but that’s okay. I’ll beat his ass another day.
My flow’s so cold it bleeds ice. I never once claimed to be nice. The price, is right. So I’m coming after you. You’re ruining my life, turning sunshine into a fucking strife! You’re lucky I don’t kill you on the spot. Instead I’ll let you rot, in you’re own guilt. I built, you, made you what you are today. So never say, I wasn’t there for you when you needed me. The simplicity, of it is that you’re being a bitch for no reason. Against your best friend? That’s high treason!
I got you through your depressions. Paid for your therapy sessions. So this is your last lesson, before I destroy you! Bitch, get a clue, that’s you’re cue. To stop and think about what you’re doing. It’s you that they’re booing! Soon you’ll be rueing,the day you fucked with me. The noose is swinging loose from the tree. Waiting for ye.
Just leave me alone. Or better yet own, up to what you’re doing. Because right now you’re just renewing, my hatred for you.
I’m done, have fun.

I’m Bueno fucking Mac, yeah, I’m back on this track. I took a little break, sorry bout that.  I got spat on, and stepped on. But this song’s, going to be real.  You’re going to feel, my flow.  As I show you, what I can do.  I craft masterpieces, unheard new releases.  All hate ceases, now!  Companies think I’m a cash cow, but I’m still underground.  With my insane style and sound.

Don’t think that I’m rusty, you gotta trust me.  You’re full of lust, see?  I’ll leave you in the dust, inevitably.  Wipe the crust, out of your eyes.  And you suddenly realize : Bueno Mac’s on the attack.  I’m on the offensive, homemade shanks and shivs.  Born to live.  But it’s time to die, don’t cry.  I’ll see you in the afterlife.  My rhymes are like a hot knife, going threw butter.  I stah-stah-stah-stutter, a mad hatter, or insane freestyle rapper.  I’m the latter.  And I’ll shatter, your train of thought.  Now you’re caught, like a blood clot…3,2,1..*blow* heart attack, just got myself a snack.

Rapping is easy, it comes naturally, at least to me.  I just sit and rhyme, it’s how I spend my free time.  I’m a prodigy, it fits logically.  How else could you explain, 15 and I set flames, with my words.  I literally never slur.  My rhymes are as clear as day.  I just take sentences, mold them like clay.  Yet some say, that I’m gay.  More like a ray, of sunshine on this fucked up planet.  I’m sturdy like granite.  If you don’t understand it, you never will.  I’ll show you, I’m not just a waste of skill.  I was born “ill”.  I’m done, y’all have fun.

Yeah, so while I’m rapping my girlfriend is off shagging.  I walk right in like, “What the fuck?!”, she just stares at me and laughs.  She used to be my better half, but now I see that I unconsciously, let the devil into my heart.  From the start, she was playing me.  I was just a place to crash, when she needed to make a quick dash.  Police knocking on my door, wanting her stash.

I’m done with “love”, I’m sick and tired.  I’m the black dove.  Red roses everywhere, while I’m still colourless.  Searching through the abyss, for some kind of peaceful bliss.  But she keeps popping back into my mind, that night.  When I saw that frightful sight.  God damn you!  I thought you loved me, but now I see, that she wanted my money.  Well not anymore, you filthy whore.  I’m never going to walk in the door, with my girl on top of some other guy.  ”I love you”, I see now that, that was a lie.  Heart as dark as fucking Rye.  Look into my eye, do I look sincere?  Bitch you better hear, this verse.  I’ll have a party when you’re riding in the hearse!

I’m done with you, day by day was just a new play, for you and your crew.  I hope I see you in hell.  Dating you was like a prison cell.  I’m done, have fun.

Alright, bout to go. Yeah just wanna flow.  Trying to think of some rhymes, however, sometimes, it just feels like I have no skill.  I’m just not “ill”.  I try to keep things real, but I get like Zip-lock and seal.  ”Yo man, what’s your deal?”, shit beats me, unfortunately.  

My life, I wish I could say that it’s changing, but really it’s staying the same.  I have no one to blame, but myself.  I keep trying to put the Mic on the shelf, but I just can’t leave it alone.  Rapping is all I have, seems like everyday, I just get into that zone.  My head gets blown, up with ideas.  And rhymes so sick, they’ll stick with you throughout the day, even though most of the time I just say, the same thing over and over.  I need some luck, found a three leaf clover.  It’s not good enough, I’ll just have to stay tough.  Even though this is my time of need, seems like everyone has somewhere better to be.  

I’m just left to my mind, and it makes me feel blind.  I’m walking without a path, or guidance.  Seems like I only have one chance, to make an impression.  So, I guess the question, is how?  How, do I make my audience go “wow”?

*Blow!* There goes my state-of-mind, I’m done with being kind.  Let me remind, you who I am.  I’m Bueno Mac, ahead of the stack.  Getting back on track. All other rappers are just whack.  I fight for it, smack for smack.  I’ll come out victoriously, and you’ll stay delirious.  I’m done, everyone have fun.

I feel like I’m the only one left in this god forsaken world who gives a shit.

I feel like I need to gather every ounce of strength just to be able to spit.

All of my friends are gone, gave my soul up for pawn.

I get cut down every day, just like a lawn.

I hate life, and it hates me.  I’m stuck here, but luckily, I have my weed.

Shit all I have, I guess, is all I need. 

I’m just waiting to finally be freed.

My life is a prison, my life is a joke. 

Day by day, waiting for my next toke.

I wallow in my pity, while others make me feel shitty.

Please god, don’t quit-on-me.

Have a little fucking mercy!

I contemplate suicide everyday, rapping takes a little pain away.

It’s like a little ray, of sunlight, on my life.

Everyday’s one big strife.

I get pushed to the edge, turn around, and jump off the ledge.

Finally, I’m done! I’m free, it seems to good to be, true.

Wake up, it’s about the mid-afternoon.  

With the sun in the sky, but nights coming soon.

God dammit.