Branded with irons black skies with the look of hate in those eyes Raised on a mountain, a stray beast Only to kill what he needs
Conquered the wild, angry and Moved to the city, age of Fighting for all over town Hungry for blood and a crown
He's not your mountain man 'Cos he was with big ol' hands There's adamantium in bones got a jaw that's made of stone With his beliefs It's no surprise that he be beat He's not average mountain man 'Cos he was born with big ol'
Branded irons under black skies Born with the of hate in those eyes Raised on a mountain, like a stray Only desire to kill he needs
Conquered the world, and mean to the city, age of sixteen Fighting for money all town Hungry for blood and a heavyweight
He's not your average man 'Cos he was born with big ol' There's adamantium in his He's got a jaw that's of stone With his beliefs It's no that he can't be beat He's not your average man 'Cos he was born big ol' hands
Got a reputation as the king of street 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' with the
you fuck with ol' big hands
Still undefeated, on top of his Still got the rage of a beast in a Born a fist the size of a ham I always he'd be a street fighting man
He's not average mountain man 'Cos he was with big ol' hands There's adamantium in those He's got a jaw that's made of With his barbarian It's no surprise he can't be He's not your average man he was born with big ol' hands