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Well its the end of this seasons title race, "The so called best team in the world"; ha, they're in 15th place, The title is back in its rightful home, 20 titles in the bag, you'll never walk alone
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United's season so funny its a meme at this point, Less stars for their food than a greasy burger joint, Old trafford falling down and infested with rats, But less about fernandez, I gotta spin these slipmats
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These losers even lost to spurs in the final, A defeat so bad i had to burn it to vinyl, Champions league, you were always having a laugh, Your owners are too busy sacking all your staff.
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Fergie in the stands looking seriously pissed, His legacy crumbling around this team full of tits, A club now destined for football wilderness Oh na na's mistakes, well they're numerous
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But fuck the manc cunts I got others to burn, The blue and white shite, when will they ever learn, Biggest game of their season was their two two win, Celebrating a draw, these chumps just make me grin
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New ground coming up when they move to the docks, It'll still be full of bitter blue nosed cocks, Their best season in years, in this title race They excelled themselves, THEY GOT TO Thirteenth PLACE
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The scenes we saw when they ended their season, flares and fans on their pitch, celebrating they were leaving. They're just a Tin pot club with tin pot fans, Looking in awe at our master plans.
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Now you might think hold on where is the chorus, Well i had to wait before bringing up the fortress, 20 titles puts us right back at the top More trophies in our cupboard than fans on the kop
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So lets get into it and get the chorus in play, We've conquered all of europe, allez allez, Is it one champions league, is it two, three, or four, Keep on going fools, its not 5, its more
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The greatest english team in European history, The mancs and blue shite staying up, well thats now a mystery, We've conquered all of europe, and we're never gonna stop We're back on our perch, we've won the fucking lot
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So lets get on to the final chapter, Its time to rip that fool, like a velociraptor. We all know him from his internet fame, He's a thieving biscuit bastard, and his name is Germain
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With each City loss, he's disappeared out of sight, His support for his club, its just another soundbyte, Rings me up saying I'll be over soon, i'm not falling for this, this mans a no showing goon.
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He's the king of waffle, he's the king of flabber, But we all know deep down, he's the king of Jibber jabber, This fool nothing other than a fair weather supporter, pull him up on it, and he grins like janet street porter,
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Now shout out the trio—Tootle, Gaz, and sammy, My tracks are so good i deserve a grammy Every bar a rocket, every line a blast, This diss’ll leave you cryin’ like a dildo in your ass.
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United fans, grab your tissues and tea, Your glory days ended when Rooney hit 33. From Busby Babes to Bruno flops,
You’ve become the uber meme that everyone drops
