Ralf Rangnick Chants / Songs

matt10000

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Always look on the bright side of Ralf
Do do,,,,,do do, do do do do do

or remember the Ralph Milne song

Ralfy Ralfy,,,Ralfy Ralfy Ralfy
 

Samid

follows Pogue around, fixing his images
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To the tune of "Chelsea, Chelsea, Chelsea":

"Rangnick, Rangnick, Rangnick"


Or this. To the tune of "Chelsea, Chelsea, Chelsea":

"Ral-fy, Ral-fy, Ral-fy"
 

devilish

Juventus fan who used to support United
Joined
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Messages
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Rangnick's at the wheel,
Tell me how does it feel,

We’ve got Bruno, the Slabhead and Fred,
Marcus Rashford, a Manc born and bred,
Duh du, du du du du du!
Duh du, du du du du du!
 

DJ_21

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Woke up this morning feeling fine, got man united on my mind, rangnick playing the way man United should oh yeah, something tells me I’m into something good!
 

spiriticon

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Na na na na na na na na na
Rangnick's at the wheel, at the wheel
RANNNGGGNICKS at the wheel
 

Maciej

Known for "good moanings" not only in the morning
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Whatever it is, it simply has to be to the tune from Alf, the American sitcom.
 

rimaldo

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nick, nick, nick, nick, n, nick, nick, nick. nick hell oh we won.
 

dwd

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Under soil heating.
Woke up this morning feeling fine
Tell me how good does it feel
I just did didn't I?
Anyway, all the best Ralf
Du du du du du etc
 

Dr. Dwayne

Yes, I am a real doctor.
Joined
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Give me the maximum
Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra
Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra
Ra-Ra-Ralf
Yeah we're on the up
On the up
United's on the up!

Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra
Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra
Ra-Ra-Ralf
He's gonna win the cup
Win the cup
John Terry fucked it up!

 

Pexbo

Online influencer who has never watched Star Wars
Joined
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Messages
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Location
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Supports
Big Days
Look, I was gonna go easy on you
Not to hurt your feelings
But I'm only going to get this one chance
Something's wrong, I can feel it
(Six minutes)
Just a feeling I've got
Like something's about to happen
But I don't know what
If that means what I think it means
We're in trouble, big trouble
And if he is as bananas as you say
I'm not taking any chances
You are just what the doc ordered
I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
Now, who thinks their arms are long enough
To slap box, slap box?
They said I rap like a robot, so call me Rap-bot
But for me to rap like a computer
It must be in my genes
I got a laptop in my back pocket
My pen'll go off when I half-cock it
Got a fat knot from that rap profit
Made a livin' and a killin' off it
Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office
With Monica Lewinsky feelin' on his nutsack
I'm an MC still as honest
But as rude and as indecent as all hell
Syllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)
This flippity dippity-hippity hip-hop
You don't really wanna get into a pissin' match
With this rappity brat, packin' a MAC
In the back of the Ac'
Backpack rap crap, yap-yap, yackety-yack
And at the exact same time
I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts
While I'm practicin' that
I'll still be able to break a motherfeckin' table
Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half
Only realized it was ironic
I was signed to Aftermath after the fact
How could I not blow?
All I do is drop F-bombs
Feel my wrath of attack
Rappers are havin' a rough time period
Here's a maxi pad
It's actually disastrously bad for the wack
While I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece as
'Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
Now, who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?
Let me show you maintainin' this shit ain't that hard, that hard
Everybody wants the key and the secret
To rap immortality like Ι have got
Well, to be truthful the blueprint's
Simply rage and youthful exuberance
Everybody loves to root for a nuisance
Hit the Earth like an asteroid
Did nothing but shoot for the Moon since (Pew!)
MCs get taken to school with this music
'Cause I use it as a vehicle to "bus the rhyme"
Now I lead a new school full of students
Me? I'm a product of Rakim
Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren
Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim
Inspired enough to one day grow up
Blow up and be in a position
To meet Run–D.M.C., induct them
Into the motherfeckin' Rock and Roll Hall of Fame
Even though I'll walk in the church
And burst in a ball of flames
Only Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in
Is the alcohol of fame
On the wall of shame
You fags think it's all a game
'Til I walk a flock of flames
Off a plank and, tell me what in the feck are you thinkin'?
Little gay-lookin' boy
So gay I can barely say it with a straight face
Lookin' boy (Ha-ha!)
You're witnessin' a massacre
Like you're watching a church gathering take place, lookin' boy
"Oy vey, that boy's gay!"—that's all they say, lookin' boy
You get a thumbs up, pat on the back
And a "way to go" from your label every day, lookin' boy
Hey, lookin' boy! What you say, lookin' boy?
I get a "hell yeah" from Dre, lookin' boy
I'ma work for everything I have
Never asked nobody for shit
Get outta my face, lookin' boy!
Basically, boy, you're never gonna be capable
Of keepin' up with the same pace, lookin' boy, 'cause—
I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
The way I'm racin' around the track
Call me NASCAR, NASCAR
Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God
Kneel before General Zod
This planet's Krypton—no, Asgard, Asgard
So you'll be Thor, I'll be Odin
You rodent, I'm omnipotent
Let off, then I'm reloadin'
Immediately with these bombs, I'm totin'
And I should not be woken
I'm the walkin' dead, but I'm just a talkin' head
A zombie floatin'
But I got your mom deep-throatin'
I'm out my Ramen Noodle
We have nothin' in common, poodle
I'm a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm
And pay homage, pupil
It's me, my honesty's brutal
But it's honestly futile if I don't
Utilize what I do though
For good at least once in a while
So I wanna make sure somewhere in this
Chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes
To maybe try to help get some people through tough times
But I gotta keep a few punchlines
Just in case, 'cause even you unsigned
Rappers are hungry lookin' at me like it's lunchtime
I know there was a time where once I
Was king of the underground
But I still rap like I'm on my Pharoah Monch grind
So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine
Appeal with the skin color of mine
You get too big and here they come tryin'
To censor you like that one line
I said on "I'm Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I
Tried to say I'll take seven kids from Columbine
Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a 9
See if I get away with it now
That I ain't as big as I was, but I'm
Morphin' into an immortal, comin' through the portal
You're stuck in a time warp from 2004 though
And I don't know what the feck that you rhyme for
You're pointless as Rapunzel with feckin' cornrows
You write normal? feck being normal!
And I just bought a new raygun from the future
Just to come and shoot ya, like when Fabolous made Ray J mad
'Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at Mayweather's pad
Singin' to a man while he played piano
Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel
So Ray J went straight to the radio station
The very next day, "Hey Fab, I'ma kill you!"
Lyrics comin' at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad)
Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin' I'm a human
What I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhuman?
Innovative and I'm made of rubber
So that anything you say is ricochetin' off of me
And it'll glue to you and
I'm devastating, more than ever demonstrating
How to give a motherfeckin' audience
A feeling like it's levitating
Never fading, and I know the haters are forever waiting
For the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating
'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivated
I make elevating music, you make elevator music
"Oh, he's too mainstream."
Well, that's what they do when they get jealous
They confuse it
"It's not hip-hop, it's pop, "—'cause I found a hella way to fuse it
With rock, shock rap with Ralf Rangnick
Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose it
"I don't know how to make songs like that
I don't know what words to use."
Let me know when it occurs to you
While I'm rippin' any one of these
S that versus you
It's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' you
How many verses I gotta murder to
Prove that if you were half as nice
Your songs you could sacrifice virgins too?
Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie
But look at the accolades these skills brung me
Full of myself, but still hungry
I bully myself 'cause I make me do
What I put my mind to
And I'm a million leagues above you
Ill when I speak in tongues
But it's still tongue-in-cheek feck you
I'm drunk, so, Satan, take the fecking wheel
I'ma sleep in the front seat
Bumpin' Heavy D and the Boyz
Still "Chunky but Funky"
But in my head there's something
I can feel tugging and struggling
Angels fight with devils
And here's what they want from me
They're askin' me to eliminate some of the women hate
But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred
I have, then you may be a little patient
And more sympathetic to the situation
And understand the discrimination
But feck it, life's handin' you lemons?
Make lemonade then!
But if I can't batter the women
How the feck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?
Don't mistake him for Satan; it's a fatal mistake
If you think I need to be overseas and take a vacation
To trip a broad, and make her fall on her face and
Don't be a retard — Be a king? Think not
Why be a king when you can be a God?
 

RedTiger

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Messages
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Beside the sea-side, Beside the sea.
Tune of Phil Collins - in the air tonight.

Ralf ain't gonna sit back in the game tonight
Oh lord
I've been waiting for this pressing all my life
Oh lord
Oh lord
 

Florida Man

Cartoon expert and crap superhero
Joined
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Messages
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Location
Florida, man
Look, I was gonna go easy on you
Not to hurt your feelings
But I'm only going to get this one chance
Something's wrong, I can feel it
(Six minutes)
Just a feeling I've got
Like something's about to happen
But I don't know what
If that means what I think it means
We're in trouble, big trouble
And if he is as bananas as you say
I'm not taking any chances
You are just what the doc ordered
I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
Now, who thinks their arms are long enough
To slap box, slap box?
They said I rap like a robot, so call me Rap-bot
But for me to rap like a computer
It must be in my genes
I got a laptop in my back pocket
My pen'll go off when I half-cock it
Got a fat knot from that rap profit
Made a livin' and a killin' off it
Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office
With Monica Lewinsky feelin' on his nutsack
I'm an MC still as honest
But as rude and as indecent as all hell
Syllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)
This flippity dippity-hippity hip-hop
You don't really wanna get into a pissin' match
With this rappity brat, packin' a MAC
In the back of the Ac'
Backpack rap crap, yap-yap, yackety-yack
And at the exact same time
I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts
While I'm practicin' that
I'll still be able to break a motherfeckin' table
Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half
Only realized it was ironic
I was signed to Aftermath after the fact
How could I not blow?
All I do is drop F-bombs
Feel my wrath of attack
Rappers are havin' a rough time period
Here's a maxi pad
It's actually disastrously bad for the wack
While I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece as
'Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
Now, who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?
Let me show you maintainin' this shit ain't that hard, that hard
Everybody wants the key and the secret
To rap immortality like Ι have got
Well, to be truthful the blueprint's
Simply rage and youthful exuberance
Everybody loves to root for a nuisance
Hit the Earth like an asteroid
Did nothing but shoot for the Moon since (Pew!)
MCs get taken to school with this music
'Cause I use it as a vehicle to "bus the rhyme"
Now I lead a new school full of students
Me? I'm a product of Rakim
Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren
Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim
Inspired enough to one day grow up
Blow up and be in a position
To meet Run–D.M.C., induct them
Into the motherfeckin' Rock and Roll Hall of Fame
Even though I'll walk in the church
And burst in a ball of flames
Only Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in
Is the alcohol of fame
On the wall of shame
You fags think it's all a game
'Til I walk a flock of flames
Off a plank and, tell me what in the feck are you thinkin'?
Little gay-lookin' boy
So gay I can barely say it with a straight face
Lookin' boy (Ha-ha!)
You're witnessin' a massacre
Like you're watching a church gathering take place, lookin' boy
"Oy vey, that boy's gay!"—that's all they say, lookin' boy
You get a thumbs up, pat on the back
And a "way to go" from your label every day, lookin' boy
Hey, lookin' boy! What you say, lookin' boy?
I get a "hell yeah" from Dre, lookin' boy
I'ma work for everything I have
Never asked nobody for shit
Get outta my face, lookin' boy!
Basically, boy, you're never gonna be capable
Of keepin' up with the same pace, lookin' boy, 'cause—
I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
The way I'm racin' around the track
Call me NASCAR, NASCAR
Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God
Kneel before General Zod
This planet's Krypton—no, Asgard, Asgard
So you'll be Thor, I'll be Odin
You rodent, I'm omnipotent
Let off, then I'm reloadin'
Immediately with these bombs, I'm totin'
And I should not be woken
I'm the walkin' dead, but I'm just a talkin' head
A zombie floatin'
But I got your mom deep-throatin'
I'm out my Ramen Noodle
We have nothin' in common, poodle
I'm a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm
And pay homage, pupil
It's me, my honesty's brutal
But it's honestly futile if I don't
Utilize what I do though
For good at least once in a while
So I wanna make sure somewhere in this
Chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes
To maybe try to help get some people through tough times
But I gotta keep a few punchlines
Just in case, 'cause even you unsigned
Rappers are hungry lookin' at me like it's lunchtime
I know there was a time where once I
Was king of the underground
But I still rap like I'm on my Pharoah Monch grind
So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine
Appeal with the skin color of mine
You get too big and here they come tryin'
To censor you like that one line
I said on "I'm Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I
Tried to say I'll take seven kids from Columbine
Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a 9
See if I get away with it now
That I ain't as big as I was, but I'm
Morphin' into an immortal, comin' through the portal
You're stuck in a time warp from 2004 though
And I don't know what the feck that you rhyme for
You're pointless as Rapunzel with feckin' cornrows
You write normal? feck being normal!
And I just bought a new raygun from the future
Just to come and shoot ya, like when Fabolous made Ray J mad
'Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at Mayweather's pad
Singin' to a man while he played piano
Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel
So Ray J went straight to the radio station
The very next day, "Hey Fab, I'ma kill you!"
Lyrics comin' at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad)
Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin' I'm a human
What I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhuman?
Innovative and I'm made of rubber
So that anything you say is ricochetin' off of me
And it'll glue to you and
I'm devastating, more than ever demonstrating
How to give a motherfeckin' audience
A feeling like it's levitating
Never fading, and I know the haters are forever waiting
For the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating
'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivated
I make elevating music, you make elevator music
"Oh, he's too mainstream."
Well, that's what they do when they get jealous
They confuse it
"It's not hip-hop, it's pop, "—'cause I found a hella way to fuse it
With rock, shock rap with Ralf Rangnick
Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose it
"I don't know how to make songs like that
I don't know what words to use."
Let me know when it occurs to you
While I'm rippin' any one of these
S that versus you
It's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' you
How many verses I gotta murder to
Prove that if you were half as nice
Your songs you could sacrifice virgins too?
Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie
But look at the accolades these skills brung me
Full of myself, but still hungry
I bully myself 'cause I make me do
What I put my mind to
And I'm a million leagues above you
Ill when I speak in tongues
But it's still tongue-in-cheek feck you
I'm drunk, so, Satan, take the fecking wheel
I'ma sleep in the front seat
Bumpin' Heavy D and the Boyz
Still "Chunky but Funky"
But in my head there's something
I can feel tugging and struggling
Angels fight with devils
And here's what they want from me
They're askin' me to eliminate some of the women hate
But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred
I have, then you may be a little patient
And more sympathetic to the situation
And understand the discrimination
But feck it, life's handin' you lemons?
Make lemonade then!
But if I can't batter the women
How the feck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?
Don't mistake him for Satan; it's a fatal mistake
If you think I need to be overseas and take a vacation
To trip a broad, and make her fall on her face and
Don't be a retard — Be a king? Think not
Why be a king when you can be a God?
Look out Fred durst! We got ourselves a talent here!
 

Houdini

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Messages
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To the tune Nena - 99 Red Balloons

99 Red balloons
Floating in the Stredford's sky
This is what we've waited for
This is boys, this is war
The red machine, springs to life
Ralfy sets the team on fire

99 Red balloons
Floating in the Stredford's sky
This is what we've waited for
This is boys, this is war
Ralfy sets the team on fire
Red Devils will never die
 

captaincantona

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Joined
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Messages
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There’s Rangnick on the streets of London...
Rangnick on the streets of Birmingham...
I wonder to myself...
Could Utd ever be great again...
cause Leeds and Arsenal are shit now...
I wonder to myself...

Bring back Ronaldo...
Hang the fuking Glazers
Cause the football that we constantly play...
Says nothing to us about our lives...
Hang the fuking Glazers...
Cause the football we constantly play...
Hang the Glazers Hang the Glazers Hang the Glazers...
 

RedTiger

Full Member
Joined
Oct 6, 2013
Messages
21,172
Location
Beside the sea-side, Beside the sea.
Tune of Mili Vanili - girl you know it's true

This is some sort of thing, Ralf, I can't explain
My emotion starts up when I hear your name
Maybe your sweet, sweet voice was ringing my ears
Stimulates my senses Ralf, when you are near
Now what you wear, I don't care, how you fussin' before
The reason that I like you, Ralf, is for what you are
If I said I'd think about it, you rule my world
So try to understand
I'm in love, Ralf
I'm so in love, Ralf
I'm just in love Ralf
And this is true
Ralf, you know it's true
Ooh, ooh, ooh, I love you
Yes, you know it's true
Ooh, ooh, ooh, I love you
Ralf, you know it's true
My love is for you
 

Luffy

Gomu Gomu
Joined
May 9, 2013
Messages
1,209
Location
Mauritius
Oh no,
Not him,
He’ll never lose control.
You’re face,
To face,
With the man who sold Phil Jones.
 

The Firestarter

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Joined
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Messages
20,375
To the tune of Thunderstruck

Rang-nick, Ah
Rang-nick, Ah
Rang-nick, Ah
Rang-nick, Ah
Rang-nick, Ah
Rang-nick, Ah
 

studs

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Messages
449
Oh Ralfie, you're so fine
You're so fine, you're full of wine.
 

klsv

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Joined
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Messages
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Ralf, Ralf,
wherever you may be,
you eat fermented cabbage in
your home country.
It could be worse,
you could be French,
spanking raw chicken
on your office desk!
 

Plassryss

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Rule Ralf Rangnick, Ralf Rangnick rules the waves......

Need help with the ending :lol:
 
Joined
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Messages
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I like high press and I can not lie

You other coaches can't deny

That when a Ralf walks in with an itty bitty waist

And shoves real football in your face

You get sprung, wanna pull out your tactics board

Cause you notice your defence being overawed

Deep in the jeans he’s wearing

Plays a continental style and I can't stop staring

Oh Ralfy, I wanna train with you

And take your picture

Leipzig fans tried to warn me

But that philosophy you got makes me so horny

Ooh, Rump-o'-smooth-skin

You say you wanna teach ‘em to press

Well, coach ‘em, coach ‘em

Cause you ain't some delusional showman

You seen them trainin’

To hell with tedious gameplayin’

He’s sweat, wet

Got it goin' like a title charge

So, players! (Yeah!) Players! (Yeah!)

Has your manager got the stuff (Hell yeah!)

Tells ‘em to rebuild it! (Rebuild it!) Rebuild it! (Rebuild it!)

Shake that unhealthy rut!

Ralfy got back!

(German face with Manchester booty)

Ralfy got back!

(German face with Manchester booty)

(German face with Manchester booty)

I like 'em pressing, and quick

And when he picks the team

I just can't help myself, I'm actin' like a Belieber

Now here's why Ralf’s such a competent leader

I wanna get Ralf home

And ugh, double-team, ugh, ugh

I ain't talkin' bout Jose

Cause tactical dinosaurs have had their heyday

I want 'em real quick and pressy

So find that juicy double

Rest of the league, Europe in trouble

Beggin' for a piece of that Ralphy bubble

But I gotta be straight when I say I wanna *feck*

Till the international break

Ralfy got the title on a plate

A lot of deadwood won't like this song

Yeah, baby... when it comes to managers, Phelan ain't got nothin' to do with his selection

4-4-2? Ha ha, only if they’re 4-0-3

Dial 1-900-Rangnick

And kick them nasty tactics

Ralfy got United back!

Ralfy got United back!

(Short in the middle but squad loaded in attack)

I hate Klopp
 

Frank Grimes

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There’s Rangnick on the streets of London...
Rangnick on the streets of Birmingham...
I wonder to myself...
Could Utd ever be great again...
cause Leeds and Arsenal are shit now...
I wonder to myself...

Bring back Ronaldo...
Hang the fuking Glazers
Cause the football that we constantly play...
Says nothing to us about our lives...
Hang the fuking Glazers...
Cause the football we constantly play...
Hang the Glazers Hang the Glazers Hang the Glazers...
:lol:
 

wolvored

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Messages
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The old wanky Wanderers song
Oh Ralphy Ralphy
Ralphy Ralphy Ralphy Ralphy Rangnick.
Repeat 10 times after a goal or a win.
 

Dante

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Messages
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My wit's end
He's Ralf Rangnick
Temporary
Temporary
He's Ralf Rangnick

Then an extension?
Then an extension?
Then an extension?
Then an extension?

 

matt10000

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Messages
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Location
Salford UK
Boohoo hurt your feelings, why don't you write a shit chant about it.
You can be rest assured you have not hurt my feelings, I just feel sorry for you and the fact that you have nothing better to do on a Saturday night other than being a spineless keyboard warrior.