Street Sweeper Social Club lyrics : "100 Little Curses"
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100 little curses
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100 little curses
May 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 dolce cabana
May your wife's worried face show a horrific expression
May you realize she's not worried, that's just Botox injections
May all the commotion cause to crash your chandelier
And propel into your rear the sharp diamonds from DeBeers
May your Ferrari break down
May your chauffeur get high
And smash up your stretch Rolls
Up on Rodeo Drive
Off the breaking backs of others
Where you got all your bucks
Untill we make the revolution I just hope your life sucks
{All my people in the place put your fists in the air
All my damn mother$#&@as get up out of your chairs
All my real damn peoples we got love for here
Except for that mother$#&@er right there!
Get'm
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100 little curses
May your champagne not bubble
May your pinot 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 by mistakes be at your mansion with the street sweepers bustin
may this make your party guests resent their white Russians
and dive behind the Jimmy Martin cryin and cussin
may your chef be all pissin in the bisque in the kitchen
may I $$#ume your autobiography is filed under fiction
cuz off the breakin backs of others is where you got all your cash
Untill we make the revolution I hope your life sucks $$#
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