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