can spit it like, like, Suffa Verse 2 Beast of burden, carry the weight, I got divorced from reality to marry the break, In a bally and cape, I get carried away, Like a cadaver on a battlefield, make barriers break, Man my chariot waits; I can't stay for the gala, Music is dead, fames alive Lady Gaga, They complain about the drama go, Play the martyr role better than Mohammed Atta, Suffa, grimy as Calcutta, Beat you single-handed like Def Leppard's drummer, I'm about to blow like meth on the cooker, Leaving me with mic's like leaving pets with the butcher, Don't put a foot wrong, think for a good long minute, Shut your mouth, put a foot-long in it, You're dealing with one of the best to bust so, Tyler Durden, don't beat yourself up bro Chorus I'm no good; yes I'm no good, Let me tell you no good, girl I'm no good, I'm no good for nothing, And I might be no good but when I seize the mic, I can spit it like, like, I'm no good; yes I'm no good, Let me tell you no good, girl I'm no good, I'm no good for nothing, And I might be no good but when I seize the mic, I can spit it like, like, I'm no good, Yes I'm no good, I'm no good, Yes I'm no good, I'm no good NOW YOU'RE GONE -- SUFFA REMIX Pressure Verse 1 Now you're gone life moves