Freddie Robinson Jr. Poet Rhyme

I Got a Gat

I got a gat
that's badder than yours
My rat-a-tat-tat
makes a whole lot of noise
My metal numbers,
whether big or small,
can outperform yours
in the streets or at the mall
I can go big
like a 357 Mag cannon
I can go small
like a 9 mil 'Retta soul getta
I got a gat,
my gat's badder than yours
It makes a mean rat-a-tat-tat
that stops all of the noise
If you wanna meet my gat,
and my gat wanna meet yours
It's okay,
just set the time
Corral your crew,
and I'll get mine
Then start the party blast,
and see who will win
Lets whittle down the cast
to the last man standing 
I got a gat
that badder than yours
My rat-a-tat-tat
makes a whole lot of noise
I got a gat
that leaves a silent smoke trail
My rat-a-tat-tat
sends 'em all blazing straight to hell

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Probir Gupta October 13, 2016 at 12:32 AM Very well written ... Enjoyed reading ... Freddie Robinson Jr. October 13, 2016 at 3:02 PM Ty, Probir. I hate guns, that is my send up satire, mocking them. Appreciate the love. Love and peace, brother.