They call me 2-chairs


They call me 2 chairs

Alls i get is deep stares

Feelin like im commonly confused

I sit here in my 2 chairs that are fused

Suit and tie is my attire of choice 

And i as roll down the halls i hear NOICE

Unlike my walking, very close distant cousin 2-chainz

I ain't bout that sizurp because i got 2-brainz 

Thats worth more then a whole 2-cents

So please please sit on the ground 

For there are only 2 chairs and i aint playing around

Known as a king by many 

I take my time like i take that money

i dont waste 1 second on alimony 

Guide that inspired this poem: 



My friends make fun of me for needing two chairs!

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