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