San Francisco the lowly loathsome hate
Like Factor, phones for "dates" and factorbates
And Ditto drone who's gained a lot of weight
Although he gulps opiates

Factor is a drunk Al Quaeda plant and pest
Knows plans of fellow travelers to hit the West
San Francisco's the town he says they'll maim
Back to phone sex with dame

San Francisco, I am not surprised
Fat man here ain't arrived
Not but some pot clubs, really!
Mere candy for star with Oxycontin in jar

Hand off chick phone, Factor beats his meat
It's extremely petite
Fat man is feeling "ill" so he's cruising the parks
With the shakes that ain't Park's.

There's this Brooklyn bridge these two crocks
To their minions try to sell most days
One shills for Fox; the other dissed ill Fox
Who gets his drugs legal ways

San Francisco these bums ain't here to stain
The town with their brown strain of chums
These dipshits blow gas from both their holes
Banal dipso, Vico-dunce