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