Bueno's back, Fuck yeah, its me Big Mac. Spitting it, spitting shit. Feeling lit, kill switch. Random Rhymes, on the dime. Don't care, brush my haaaaair. Haha, fuck yeah. Feeling mellow, feeling chill. What a waste, of perfect skill. Perfection, giving producers erections. None yet, that I've seen, better than me. Fuck it, this is way too easy. Bigger rhymes? Why not? Ecstasy, can really be, the shit if you let it in. Swallow it whole, and feel it. What a rush you get. This rhymes are small, not thinking, at all. Who's going to stand tall? Who's going to fall? Bueno? For sure. Listen, whenever I'm getting into a mood, all I do sit and rhyme. Maybe draw a little, smoke some buds. Have a good time with my friends. But it always ends, the same way. Day after day, I can't stand it anymore. No more, just a worthless whore. Bueno wants to go big. Wants to get cred. Wants to be incred-ible, fuck. This is shitty, but I need to put something out, before you guys start to doubt, me. I'm just not inspired enough to put together something great. Worth the wait. Up to date, I got a new boo. Haha yeah, and she's cute too. I could get used to, her being around. I love the sound, of her voice. But fuck, looking back, and the choices, I've made. The people, I've slayed. whether in cold blood, or in vengeance, I want to put it all in the past tense. Getting tense, getting stiff. Catch a whiff of this shit. That's that stankity dankity, making me go crazy. I want to go sober, I want to stop with all this bad shit. I just don't know if I can. I doubt myself more than anyone else in the world. I can see myself, all swirled, all whirled, all twirled. And curled up into a ball. Laying on the floor, alone again, left to myself and some heroine. The H, that shit's great. Fuck man. I'm fucking done.