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Say, did I get that right or was it just crap coming out of your mouth A lousy mixture of cockiness and miserable attitude Hey! Self-appointed hero You fool around like a clown, do you wanna compete Well it's hard to break this to you But there ain't no trophy to win in this race AT THE END OF THE DAY THE SHIT YOU'VE THROWN WILL BE THROWN RIGHT BACK AT YOU All you have is a big mouth, and an even bigger ego A terrible mixture of self-importance and plain stupidity Oh! Self-appointed star, to lie about And mock other people around Is really nothing but the tactics of a fool AT THE END... This ain't no competition No, no competition You've got nothing to gain by talking shit No, no competition There's nothing to gain for you... AT THE END... From Letras Mania