His Voice
Like thunder
Stoic
Like boulder
Mountain of a man
With hands
As hard as diamond
Temper like a flame
His heart is pumping fire
Knuckles break
Your fucking face
Leave you bleeding
On the pavement
If he ever caught you
Speaking badly
Of his family
Fuck around and find out
That this man is made of steel
He'll bust your jaw
With just one swing
Six feet deep
Is where you'll sleep
Suck down his cigarette
And ash on your corpse
You fucking wretch
Signal Five
Do you understand me
Stature like a silverback
Freight train coming off the tracks
Voice like
Thundеr
Arms
Like timbers
The yolk
Of his work
Would forcе the weak to crumble
Standing tall
Looking good
Should have been
In Hollywood
Standing tall
Looking good
Should have been
In Hollywood
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