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