Call it the great, great, great,
Call it the great, great, great,
Call it the great, great, great,
Great, great!
great, great!
We call it a great, great!
Great, great and mighty, the verb you dryuchit!
The great and terrible, fry the red line.
Get your hands off forever from our ABC, freaks.
Old witch doctor told me: & quot; You got the blood of the Greeks,
Your life will be sugar, but do not forget the salt in the tracks,
A word should be treated, not only to touch,
You still have to live, give the Hippocratic Oath & quot ;.
In order not to read by, meaning by, rhymes, music,
To not fall over in his grave Cyril and Methodius.
We brewed, so now disentangle porridge
Let's show rap rap from Rashi Moms!
Chorus (2x)
I swore on the blood, prayed in the temple,
And then he heard a voice, said: & quot; Matthew, look,
Your star has been born, she black,
You will love, but hate for it.
You're a sinner, yes, you earthly reptiles,
But the divine spark in you. & Quot;
And, along the way, that still, yes.
And I listened to the story, but realized that small,
And just in my head all the fragmented puzzle did not converge.
How was it possible, hello, folklore mat ban,
After all, the word - is the flight rather than prison locked.
The richest in the world, original, wildest,
We call it the great, great, great
