I never asked to become a Hatfield But you had to be a fucking McCoy I didn't steal one single thing from you And you just fucking robbed me of my joy No, I didn't steal a single thing from you But you fucking murdered my son, my boy This brutal wound is too deep to be healed You'll now answer to this fucking Hatfield I never asked to become a Hatfield But you loved being a fucking McCoy My family was minding its own business This Indian was shot by this crooked cowboy You thought you were playing cops and robbers You knocked him down like he was a cheap toy Now your own fate you have completely sealed You will answer to this fucking Hatfield I never asked to become a Hatfield You had to brag you're a fucking McCoy Well, every good man has got his limit When monsters come to your home to destroy When a killer goes scorched earth policy There's not long that one can play altar boy This is what my dead son's ashes will yield You will answer to this fucking Hatfield I never asked to become a Hatfield But now I'll fuck up this fucking McCoy And I will remember each smiling face I will remember each trick and each ploy I'll remember there was no condolence From that wicked and indulged mama's boy Think mama's money will still be your shield? No, you'll answer to this fucking Hatfield You shouldn't want me to be a Hatfield What's done is done, you're my fucking McCoy Pray prison bars get you before I do Speaking straight, while you just lie and speak coy I know that you think that you're made from protein Bitch, you're made from your rich mom's fucking soy Are you ready? Keep your eyes fucking peeled Because you'll answer to this fucking Hatfield Did God want me to become a Hatfield Want me to deal with each fucking McCoy? You and I will drink with the devil tonight We will drink fire while you beg for more soy You came to a father that was peaceful Then, without need, all you did was destroy What you've done will no more be concealed Bitch, you'll answer to this fucking Hatfield