Don't put your hand down upon my skin
I ain't gonna let your fever in
That lyin' disease you been spreadin' all over town
The truth is but a click away
But you ain't gonna let the truth ruin your day
It's a beautiful day to slay the weak
The way you feel ain't that big of a deal
Unless you ain't got a thing on your mind
Big talk delivery
Straight from the court right to your front door
Delay your misery
The fix here is cheap but you get what you paid for
They say that nothing comes from nothing
So yeah your small thing will be a something
Just feed your feed with lies and hatred
Put down your stones and put out the fires
Started by the brain-bleached Messias'
Echoes oscillating through the web
See the way you feel ain't that big of a deal
Unless you got too much time on your hands
And the biggest problem's that you ain't got a problem
Oh wait the only issue that is you
Big talk delivery
Straight from the court right to your front door
Delay your misery
The fix here is cheap but you get what you paid for
Any man can say most anything
But high up the ladder you can't just take a swing
At anything that comes your way
You see real problems need real solving
And not your big talk that rings hollow in my mind
Heard about the truth?
It's gonna come for you
It's gonna put you right out on the street
But not before you turned the ground all red
You'd better quit while you're ahead
Big talk delivery
Straight from the court right to your front door
Delay your misery
The fix here is cheap but you get what you paid for