Lyrics first verse:
This russian was my homeboy we used tri poloski
Upstream river, no Homie
Calm, windstill ol’ sourvie’ 
Water out here movin’ slowly
High powered sock tuck, filling my mind up
Acting like dead bodies can’t get piled up, usual
Having no moral, but a bad flood
Of thought. Now i'm walking round all fucked up
Dead broke, negro, out looking for pedro
Calling all them mans, he knows out in Skidrow
He said to me, ay man, what the heck bro
See this body in the river, she dead know
Hangin’ in the back, cause they ain’t bouta join though
Cyka Blyat idi nahoi you stupid hoe
Cold like a coin is her fucked up body
Left on the side and the river still with no flow

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