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