Intro: Krall

So you want to be a referee?
It takes quality of character,
Presence of mind,
And an ability to bust rhy-rhy-rhy-rhyme.
[presence of mind...] x3

The snitch is released!

Verse 1: Bogart

I'm certified homie, you know I know the drill
on the pitch with my fox 40 and I'm dressed to kill
I'm here to officiate and if you've got any skill
You'll drop the ill will from the fear I instill

I'm dropping rhymes and I'm blowing my whistle
That quaffle glides through the hoop like a guided missile.
Then that other player falls and you're all like “oops”
I think you trippin homie, so I say back to hoops.

Pre-Chorus: Lutz

You say 99 problems and I think of that snitch
she says this ain't against the rules I say son of a pitch!

Chorus: Lutz and Sassqouia

Couldn’t you think of some other way
To pay us more, whatcha say? (Whatcha say)
The rules keep changing before our eyes,
To our demise...

Bridget:

We are the refs of the I.Q.A.
So no matter what you say
We go throughout our day
Not backin’ away from play

Lutz:
You say...

RDT:
We are the refs! x4

Head Ref: Tha Beez

I’m the best of the best; the cream of the crop
The head ref works hard to get to the top
Now I direct you on the pitch like a traffic cop
So if I blow twice you know you got to stop

And drop... them brooms down, onto the ground
I’m not clownin’ around, ‘cuz I’m a Rules 6 hound
I can quote it verbatim so hold all yer hatin’
Or you’ll be in the box waitin’ for some liberatin’, c’mon!

Bludger Ref: Canto

Now imma Bludger ref, and i’m the best in the game,
i’m sending cats way back with every beat that I claim.
Don’t need a fox 40, i command with my voice,
my hand up high, i touch the sky, it’s the weapon of choice.

YoLo and behold: the beater ref community,
coming unphased with third bludger immunity.
You wanna tap dat bludger, you’d best prepare
throw you in the box, son, like i JUST DON’T CARE

Snitch Ref: Brownman

All about the whimsy, I'm all about the the game
I'm the snitch ref and I got no shame.
I chase that golden bitch down and sure that catch is clean
It's gotta be hot, if ya know what I mean.

Hang on, two bursts, stop the play.
He grabbed it, he pulled it, we got to stay
You think you got 'em, I'd like to disagree
If you'd care to stay and argue, you gotta go through me.

Goal Ref: Claynger

I’m a goal ref, bitch, and while I was just recruited
From a team that isn’t playing I still should be saluted
I’m getting quite a workout raisin’ up both arms
And fixin’ all the broken hoops to keep your team from harm.

It looks like my only job is calling goals good,
But I’m also making sure you touch your hoops like you should.
You’d better not think about illegal substitution
Or I’ll tell the head ref and make another contribution.

Scorekeeper: Danson

I’m sitting here keeping score but gettin’ bored
Was it your team or their team that just now scored?
The guys on the mic make me laugh so hard,
I completely forget to flip your team’s card.

Score’s within snitch range, a hundred to eighty.
But the goal ref over there is a beautiful lady
Missed a couple goals cause I was watching her butt
And now they caught the snitch and I don’t know what’s what.

Chorus

Verse 2: Mousa

I don't wanna be the best beater in the world
you better be believin
I'm the king of the pitch, I run it all day to the evening
nonstop in the early mornin, give you a verbal warnin
I'll card you so fast you won't even know what you did for it.

I wake up in the morning thanking RDT for life
running round this pitch thinking sharper than a knife
We the best IQA depo lord commander A. Canto
catching all your penalties like I grew up in Jhoto.

so game play management raise a racket
I'd invite you to make a rhyme, but I know you can't Will Hack it!
so dubCOT HR here's a shout out
I'm Sam, see you at World Cup RDT baby I'm out.

Chorus

Verse 3: Lutz

Step onto the pitch, now you're in my jurisdiction
you can't so much as twitch here without my permission
You better not slip up, my cardin' finger's itchin'
but I don't need it for you, you're not much competition.


So you're IQA staff, bet you can't keep a beat
We're the head refs, you should just admit defeat
we got rhymes of ferocity delivered high velocity you look like an atrocity with intellectual paucity
Leavin' ya' speechless cause you know can't beat this,
your fate is sealed, now GET OFF MY FIELD