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I wrote a poem about my man Mr. Escobar. Mr. Escobar.
He is a wierd looking man.
His head looks like a pan.
Most times he doenst know what he is doing
He's probably snoozing.
He bought some cookies for a dolla.
But in Columbia they would costa a holla (3000 pesos)
I want to say how much i hate you
And say woo hoo
Thats to my man Mr. Escobar
He is a wierd looking man.
His head looks like a pan.
Most times he doenst know what he is doing
He's probably snoozing.
He bought some cookies for a dolla.
But in Columbia they would costa a holla (3000 pesos)
I want to say how much i hate you
And say woo hoo
Thats to my man Mr. Escobar