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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