100 Little Curses Lyrics - Street Sweeper Social Club - Street Sweeper Social Club

100 little curses 

May you tumble and fall down your grand 

Marble stairway 

May that caviar paté you were eating 

Block your airway 

May your manservant deliver the Heimlich 

With honor 

May this make you vomit on your Dolce Gabbana 

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 

Its 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 is where 

You got all your bucks 

'Til we make the revolution 

I just hope your life sucks 

All my people in the place put your fist 

In the air 

All my down muthafuckas get up outta 

Your chairs 

All my real down peoples, we got love for 

You here 

'Cept for that muthafucka right there 

Get 'im 

100 little curses 

May your Champagne not bubble 

May your pinot be sour 

May that white stuff you snortin' be 96 

Percent 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 mistake be at your mansion with 

The street sweepers bustin' 

May this make your party guests forsake 

Their white Russians 

And dive behind the Jimmy Martin 

Cryin' and cussin' 

May your chef be off pissin' in the bisque 

In the kitchen 

May I assume your autobiography is filed 

Under fiction 

'Cause off the breakin' backs of others is 

Where you got all your cash 

'Til we make the revolution 

I hope your life sucks ass 

All my people in the place put your fist 

In the air 

All my down muthafuckas get up outta 

Your chairs 

All my real down peoples we got love for 

You here 

'Cept for that muthafucka right there 

Get 'im 

100 little curses