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