Brock Lesnar is a hero, yes he is
You couldn't beat him even if you tried, I'll tell you this
After he wins, he gives the other guy a kiss
And then he runs off stage so he can take a victory piss

Brock Lesnar, sometimes his skin is red
A thick sheen of sweat, glistening on his chiseled torso
A girthy penis and those pouty little lips
Go ahead, grab that guy, show him who the Beast Incarnate is

Brock, Brock, Brock, Brock, Brock, Brock, Brock, Brock
Lesnar, Lesnar, Lesnar, Lesnar

C'mon, Brock
We wanna kiss you all night
C'mon, Brock
We need to witness a fight
C'mon, Brock
You're made of muscles and flesh
C'mon, Brock
We really think you're the best

(C'mon, Brock-o-ock)