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