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