Merazh, you just jealous you aren't a thug, you just a pile of dirt, underneath my rug,
you can rap, atleast you claim, but your rhymes are so fuckin lame, you ain't ever gonna see fame,
fuck man come back when you get some skill, don't bother comin back, until
you claim to be from westmorland, but you so dumb, you don't even understand,
your rhymes are just a waste of my cache, sorry man, here's a tissue to wipe those tear's away