Lyrics H3H3 DISS TRACK - JAAR

What the fuck this diabetic bitch be talking bout
Imma smoke him fucking hit it tell me why you talking loud
You can call me lil boy cause bitch you're obese
If you ever meet Andrew you'd be right down on your knees
Fat fuck
Lose weight
Beefing andrew tate
When you step onto the scale
Everyone just laughs away

What these bitches talking bout i miss the old ethan
Bitch you're never funny you be worse than kathy griffin
Look at your wife bitch what the fuck is that
Damn she fucking ugly
Oh my god she flat

What the fuck you talking bout pop pop pop
Yeah I'm sending all these shots
Please don't have a heart attack
Somebody ain't age well
Look at that shit
Fuck you talking bout having bitches on your dick
Motherfucker get packed with your fat ass
What about hila no bitch imma pass

Like woah
Yah yah
Watch this fucking pussy boy
He's running for his dad
Ain't got no fans left
Your chanels fucking dead
If you ever come at me
Bitch I'm coming for your head
Bitch your videos fucking trash
You can come and kiss my ass
Hear me spitting all these bars
I ain't ever taking back
You a fucking little pussy
What the fuck is on your head
Liberal boy yeah i hope to find you dead