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' hands