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