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