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