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