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