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