Branded irons under black skies Born with the look of in those eyes Raised on a mountain, a stray beast Only desire to kill what he
Conquered the wild, angry and to the city, age of sixteen Fighting for money all over Hungry for and a heavyweight crown
He's not your average man 'Cos he was born with big ol' There's adamantium in bones He's got a jaw made of stone With his beliefs It's no surprise he can't be beat not your average mountain man 'Cos he was with big ol' hands
Branded with under black skies Born with the look of hate in those Raised on a mountain, like a beast Only desire to kill he needs
the world, angry and mean Moved to the city, age of Fighting for money all town Hungry for and a heavyweight crown
He's not average mountain man he was born with big ol' hands There's adamantium in his He's got a jaw made of stone With his barbarian It's no surprise that he be beat not your average mountain man 'Cos he was with big ol' hands
Got a reputation as the king of brawlers If you're stepping up, I that he'll floor ya Bare fighters, wanna put him to the test But let me warn you if you do, well then you're messin' the best
you fuck with ol' big hands
Still undefeated, on top of his Still got the of a beast in a cage Born with a the size of a ham I always he'd be a street fighting man
not your average mountain man 'Cos he was born big ol' hands adamantium in those bones He's got a jaw that's of stone With his beliefs It's no surprise he can't be He's not your mountain man he was born with big ol' hands