Honkey Please

Honkey, please, you haven't got a soul but you want to tell us all how you been rocking and rolling
You need a neck brace 'cause your head is so swollen
My soul is in the breeze it isn't something I'm controlling
It gets planted like seeds and I see everywhere it's growing

Way before me, way before my time there used to be a couple masterminds
Went down to LA and bought up all the train lines
Now you got to move to (San) Francisco for good public transportation
Now you got to make a list of all your angered inspirations

Honkey, please, you haven't got a soul but you want to tell us all how you been rocking and rolling
You need a neck brace 'cause your head is so swollen
My soul is in the breeze it isn't something I'm controlling
It gets planted like seeds and I see everywhere it's growing

It used to be a field now it's a grocery store and it's oozing out pollution to the spiritually poor
Selling that trash right to your front door your looking dumber in your hummer but you want more plastic passion down in the mall where urban sprawl is gonna suck it all

I don't know if karma is true but I hope it is when it comes to you
Oh no, the things you've done, wouldn't you already be dead and gone?