Lil’ Whiskers:
Yo, yo, check it, Lil’ Whiskers here.

I’m a furious little kitten, slinging words on the mic,
Spitting bars so fresh, like a fish I just might bite.
On the stage, I shine, in the spotlight I bask,
Outrapping any challenger, no matter the task.

I’m slick, I’m quick, with a meow that’s mighty,
My rhymes are so tight, they keep the crowd lively.
Against me, good luck, you’re gonna need a four-leaf clover,
‘Cause when I start rapping, the battle’s over.

MC Paws:
Hold up, wait, it’s MC Paws stepping in,
With flows so smooth, they spin like a yarn bin.
Lil’ Whiskers thinks he’s got this battle won,
But I’m just getting started, the fun’s begun.

I weave words like I’m playing with a ball of string,
Each verse, a knockout, feel the sting.
I’m not just cute, my claws are sharp when I rap,
Leaving marks on the beat, watch the crowd react.

So listen up, Lil’ Whiskers, better sharpen those claws,
‘Cause MC Paws is here, breaking all the laws.
This battle’s just heating up, but I’m cool as the night,
With each rhyme I drop, I’m taking this fight.