100 Little Curses

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100 little curses

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100 little curses

Now you tumble and fall

Down your grand marble stairway

May the caviar pate you were eating

Block your airway

May your manservant deliver

The Heimlich, with honor

May this make you vomit on your Dolche govana

May your wife's worried face show her horrific expression

May you realize she's not worried, that's just Botox injections

? Shock diamonds from their beards

May your Ferrari break down

May your chauffeur get high

And smash up your stretch rose?

Up bermodeo drive

Off the breaking backs of others

Where you got all your bucks

Till we make the revolution I just hope your life sucks

{All my people in the place put your fist in the air

All my damn mother get up out of your chairs

All my real damn peoples we got love for here

Except for that mother right there!

Get'm

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100 little curses

May your champagne not bubble

May your pino be sour

May that white stuff you snort be 96% flour

May the famous rapper you bring

To your daughter's sweet sixteen

Get some pride and walk out, as if born with a spleen

May the death squads you hire be bad with instructions,

And instead be at your mansion with the street sweepers bustin'

May this make your parties get ?

Dive behind the chimney all cryin' and cussin'

May your chef be all pissin' in the bisque in the kitchen

May I assume your autobiography is filed under fiction

Cause on the breakin' backs of others is where you got all your cash

Till we make the revolution I hope your life sucks