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"100 Little Curses" is track #3 on the album Street Sweeper Social Club. It was written by Boots Riley, Thomas B Morello.
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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

Songwriters
BOOTS RILEY, THOMAS B MORELLO

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