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One of the traditions in Ultimate is that teams make up a cheer
on the spot for their opponent after the game. The best cheers come from the heart, aren't pre-made,
have originality, and don't just replace the words to some song with ultimate type phrases.
Below you will find a sampling of the best of the best of the cheers we've written recently.
WARNING: The content below is not intended for younger audiences. Please exercise discretion.
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Sectionals, March 2003: Miss Red v. UT
Rice lost to UT in this game at Sectionals. They had changed their name from Lady Marmalade (see cheer below) to Melee, thus making it impossible for us to sing for them.
You don't like our singing, so you changed your name to melee,
But of course, you're still kicking it like Pele
That Marisa was a little speed demon
You have more players than there are sperm in semen
We were playing like we were drunk on beer.
Thus, well, you rode us like steer.
But that's OK because we're into bestiality.
Can we assume that's a commonality?
You may think this hear is vulgar and crass,
But we know you all like to take it up the ass.
It's been a while since you let us win.
The way you keep cutting, we're glad we don't have foreskin.
Your zone is as organized as a classical sonata.
It's as scary to a gay man as is vagina dentada.
Every year at sectionals, our team has mono.
The guys on your sideline? They're not as hot as bono.
I think I hurt my left knee.
Hey, fuck ya'll! You're from UT!
Mardi Gras, Feb 2003: Miss Red v. WUWU
Rice and WUWU traded the lead in the game which ended in a 11-10 score with Rice ahead. Arwen's dad watched the game between Rice in the pink shirts and WUWU in the red, from the sideline and lucky for him, made an appearance in our cheer!
The game was good, we battled to be ahead
After chasing your deeps, our legs feel like lead
With your breakmarks, our D was shred
Who's that guy over there? He must be a ped!
You know what he likes? Girls in keds.
We heard a rumor about you:
That you ladies in red like to give head.
Hopefully we'll find out, tonight in bed.
We'll all eat out and you'll be well fed,
And we're not just talking about bread.
Regionals April 2002: Miss Red v. Lady Marmalade
UT's Lady Marmalade had shown us who's who when we lost to them, but we answered them with this cheer that just recently entered the Cheer Hall of Fame. For the entire (much-too-long) ride up, one car of Miss Red women decided to rewrite the words to the song "Lady Marmalade." Later, chorus parts and choreographing were added for the rest of the team. Solos were given to four special Miss Red women. For once, UT was going to get a good Lady Marmalade cheer!
Let me see that throw sistas.
Let me see that flow sistas.
Hey sistas throw sistas flow sistas go sistas. (uh huh)
Hey sistas throw sistas flow sistas go sistas.
We met Marmalade down in old Little Rock,
Strutting their stuff on the field.
They said, "Hello, go ho, you wanna give it and go-o?"
Huck it, huck it lay it bid it,
Huck it huck it lay it here,
Huck it huck it lay it bid it,
You are Lady Marmalade.
Voulez-vous jouer avec moi ce soir?
Voulez-vous jouer avec moi? (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
You cut to the disc while Naz threw a break,
That girl she breaks our mark every time.
In your black satin skirts, you rolled in the dirt. Yeah.
Huck it, huck it lay it bid it,
Huck it huck it lay it here,
Huck it huck it lay it bid it,
You are Lady Marmalade.
(rap)
I said, "How'd you do that, you must've had a sixth sense."
We Texas-bred women, some mistake us for whores.
I say why D mine, when I can D yours?
Disagree? Well, that's you and I'm sorry.
I'm gonna keep calling these fouls on your hard D.
We're in cleats for shoes, gettin cheers from the dudes
Twelve bad-ass chicks from Rice U.
Hey sista, go sista, bettter catch that throw sista.
You go hard to the disc. We can see it in your face.
I wouldn't ever want to take you on in a race. Sayin:
Huck it huck it lay it, run it run it bid it. (What?)
You are Lady Marmelade.
Marmelade. . . Marmelade. . . Marmelade (hey, hey heeeeeeey)
You are the team that is oh-so-smooth.
Too bad we couldn't give you a lay.
We made the sidelines roar until they cried, score, score, scooooooore.
Now we go home, study nine-to-five.
Finals have crushed our sex drive.
But when we think of your play, we start to freak, more, more, moooooooore.
Huck it, huck it lay it bid it,
Huck it huck it lay it here,
Huck it huck it lay it bid it,
You are Lady Marmalade.
We love Lady Marmela-a-a-ade-oooooh-yeeessssss-uhhhh.
President's Day Feb 2002: Miss Red v. Kali
Background: Miss Red met this Colorado team, Kali, at the President's Day tournament. Kali eventually went on to win the tournament, but not before we gave them this tribute. Kali's disc had an interesting design. While, it was supposed to be three women holding hands, it really more or less resembled a part of the female anatomy. But hey, we're empowered women and proud of our vaginas!
We felt like the Spartans,
Holding Thermopoly.
That's what it was like,
Keeping up with Kali.
Ah, Colorado
We miss the mountains.
What was the score?
No point in countin'
When we saw you layout,
We thought you were the shit,
And we happen to think,
Your disc has a clit.,
Your O was precision,
And ours was blunt;
You sure laid out,
To catch that cunt.
The way you played D,
Sure wasn't wussy;
You always went down,
To grab that pussy.
We're not saying you're sluts,
We're not saying you're hootchies,
But good lord,
Your disk design is a coochie!
Baton Rouge Jan 2002: Rice 4 cheers Rice 1
Background: Rice sent four co-ed teams to this savage tournament (savage means that there are no subs allowed, only 7 players to a team) so inevitably the Rice teams played each other. At first the game between Rice 1 and Rice 4 started with six players on each side because Rice 1 had an injury. When a second injury occurred on the Rice 1 team, they decided to call the game and forfeit to Rice 4. As follows is the cheer Rice 4 made up for Rice 1.
Your cheer really sucked.
Didn't leave us in stitches.
Too bad you fuckers are weak little bitches.
The field really sucks.
Its wrought with ditches.
Too bad you fuckers are weak little bitches.
The people we stayed with,
Are burdened with riches.
Too bad you fuckers are weak little bitches.
You're broken down.
Some may need stitches.
Too bad you fuckers are weak little bitches.
Ray slept with a hooker,
And now he itches.
Too bad you fuckers are weak little bitches.
We know you can't get laid
But just keep on your britches.
Too bad you fuckers are weak little bitches.
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