Hogan knows best, fuck the rest. He will send them to death. With his running leg drop, he breaks every neck.
Can’t control the beast, crazy eyes stare at the feast. The last thing you’ll feel is dominating pain, which never heals.
His pointing finger and the ripped shirt, and his signature moves that make bitches squirt. He wears a moustache since he’s on earth, a trend setting Idol with only two words.
Leg Drop! Leg Drop Time!
Fear the power of aggression and violence, Dread the strength of a real man, Fear the impact of athletic perfection, Dared only by the real American.
Like a bulldozer, he crushes land and seas. Torments his enemies eternally. You will have to face your destiny. When he will execute a Perfect Hogan Leg Drop on you! Your worst nightmares will become true!
And the best of all is that it will even punish back in time. Put damage to your neck and your daddy’s neck and your grand, grand, grand daddy’s neck, too.
Now can you feel it? He smells your fear! No one remembers, ‘cause no one survived.
Hulkamania back in charge. Hogan Leg drop ruins you all. He puts you back in your place, to smear shit all over your face.
1, 2, 3, Pinfall
Enough is enough you just got what you deserve. Kneel down and cheer for him, Hulkster arrived!
Fear his grin, armed with muscles from feet to chin. Pumpin' weights at the gym, bodyslammin' all your kin.
Leg Drop! Leg drop Time! Leg Drop! Hogan Leg Drop Time!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
