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