Branded with irons under black Born with the look of hate in eyes Raised on a mountain, like a beast Only desire to what 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 big ol' hands There's adamantium in bones got a jaw that's made of stone With his beliefs It's no surprise he can't be beat He's not average mountain man 'Cos he was with big ol' hands
Branded irons under black skies Born with the look of hate in those Raised on a mountain, like a beast Only desire to kill he needs
the world, angry and mean Moved to the city, age of for money all over town Hungry for and a heavyweight crown
He's not your average man 'Cos he was with big ol' hands There's adamantium in his 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
Got a reputation as the king of street 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 messin' with the best
you fuck with ol' big hands
Still undefeated, on top of his Still got the rage of a beast in a 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 adamantium in those bones He's got a jaw that's of stone his barbarian beliefs It's no surprise he be beat He's not average mountain man 'Cos he was born big ol' hands