Whoa oh oh oh
Whoa oh oh oh
Whoa oh oh oh oh
100 little curses
Whoa oh oh oh
Whoa oh oh oh
Whoa oh oh oh oh
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
May all the commotion cause to crash the chandelier
? 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
Whoa oh oh oh
Whoa oh oh oh
Whoa oh oh oh oh
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
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Whoa oh oh oh
Whoa oh oh oh oh
100 little curses
Whoa oh oh oh
Whoa oh oh oh
Whoa oh oh oh oh
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
May all the commotion cause to crash the chandelier
? 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
Whoa oh oh oh
Whoa oh oh oh
Whoa oh oh oh oh
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
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