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