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Rawcaw: Hear me now as I rhyme most incredibly, and show you all my rapping ability.

I'm proud and delighted to have you here. And to tell you without a single care.

Ladies and gentlemen I welcome you wholeheartedly and can tell you plain and candidly.

My head is like a book that is welcome fat, my tongue like a gun that never is snapped.

So I feel sorry for the molester who molests Rawcaw, my intention is war!

Doow: Hello Mr. Rawcaw, it's nice to meet'cha.

Now take a step back and watch as I beat'cha.

In fact, take two, because I might just eat'cha.

Listen to this, you weird little lizard, you'll be quite amazed - I'm a friggin word-wizard.

My name is Doow and I'm foxy as few, I'm here to rap and to decimate you.

You don't stand a chance, in a war you'd be France, so I bid you, good sir, won't you join the verbal dance~?

Even though, frankly, you don't stand a chance. :B

Rawcaw: I pity your condition for you have no ammunition, to fight in this rapping competition when you've such poor composition.

You need to research the definition of opposition, 'cause to qualify for that position you need a lot more precision.

My participation is practically humanitarian, call it divine intervention to rid rap music of all pretension.

Let me take this opportunity to demonstrate objectively how you and me be different when it comes back down to fluency.

Soon the crowd will be cheering me and booing thee, as your bars fall apart under my and their scrutiny.

Doow: Sir, I must say, even though I am gay, that your words don't convey but they simply betray.

Yourself, that is, that's no hit, that's a miss, like a cat's angry hiss or a mouth full of piss.

Now listen to this.. I'm a furry, a fox, and I do like the cocks.

But unlike Nixs the skunk I don't paw off in socks.

Wanna know how I get off my rocks?

I stick my big mass in Argonian ass, might I be just so crass as to make them my lass~

So in spite of your words and your fancy rhyme, when it comes down to it I'll win every time. Cause you might have a say with your fancy word play, but you're still on your tummy, you silly ol' dummy, and I made you my bitch at the end of the day.

Rawcaw: Trust you Doow, to lower the bar so very far. In fact, you've sunk down down so much hearing you becomes hard.

Your low blows are so low they swing right under me, I'm so very far above thee rapping intellectually.

At the top of the totem, my rhymes still the most potent, despite my refraining from language so unpleasant.

Men like you who are corrupted and defiled, with such dangerous rhymes you should be exiled. The SoFurry council should have you fumigated, from the company of man and furs you should be isolated.

I'mma school you like it's evident your teachers didn't, show you that coarse language doesn't make a winner.

With last verse I'll make you feel the heat. These lyrics flow through my gills increase, ill speech.

Takes time as I build up then reveal the beat. Only my wondrous raps can dispel and repel your deceit, I burn my opponents 'til they admit defeat.

Doow: Good sir, I agree, your points sting like acid. So much so that you leave me ever so flaccid.

I'll refrain from the lewd, stay away from the rude, and instead wage a quite intellectual feud.

Is that more to your liking? No more pesky tail-hiking? No more awful insulting and no more drink-spiking.

Instead, let's proceed and get down to the deed of me winning this battle - my words you should heed.

Like an atom repelling mass, I'll send you flying without being crass. I take back that comment about making you a lass.

To be perfectly frank, my politeness is dank, and I'd rather be awful but you're pulling rank.

I don't know how to beat you, or ever defeat you, without being awful I'll never quite seat you.

So instead, I'll play dead, and I'll just take your stead, as the victim of this battle, though it fills me with dread.

I declare my defeat, I surrender, good sir, and since I'm a furry I'll leave with a "murr".