Shut the fuck up

[Verse 1]
I guess I expected this, partially detected this
You boutta get cut up, frog bitches get dissected bitch
First off, I respect your diss…you did all your digging first
And you tried hardest and still failed when that didn’t work
You the type of bitch to try to son a bitch who know you barren
Type of bitch to lie about the type of shit that’s so apparent
Type of bitch to say she good when all her flows be incoherent
Type of bitch to make me push her to an edge that she know is hairless
Talking loud on Twitter, claiming that you that bitch
Flaw as f*** in public, a world wide catfish
Listen this ain’t beef nor a match bitch
Not a fuc*** finger laid, just a fuc*** track ripped
And don't confuse yourself, you not in my lane
My whole style is really fuc*** out of your range
I could rap circles round your entire set list
Body your life and leave that shit unaffected
See you thought that the Twitter shit was just for the blogs
Thought you wouldn’t get your whole head cut the f*** off
Thought I’d have second thoughts about hitting you off
And when I see you, all I wanna do is stomp on your jaw
You’re an Internet goon, a Twitter personality
A bitch who’s eggplant weaves and pussy are catastrophes
In the industry they talking bout you, ask Trevor Jeradeau
When he tried to sign me he said Interscope was scared for you
“They about to catch a brick, Azealia ain’t making shit..”
How much Twitter beef does it take to wanna make you get
Into the studio and come up with a different flow
Stop tryna recreate 212 cause its the only shit you know
Listen, you ain’t fuc*** with me lyrically
I just rule your bitch ass like this motherfucking tyranny
I guess I should’ve thought before I wrote a twenty minute roast
And put my head into the flow, like yours in studio
Weak bitch, Interscope be paying you to sleep
Meanwhile I’m the one bitch they praying you could beat
And to be honest, well, I really wanted to like you
But you ugly and you lame and your flows all recycled
And your broke ass was a broke bitch since a broke bitch was a broke bitch
And I know some girls who knew you in like '06
And they all say you was wild gay and wild lame and considering
You fuc*** anything, bitch you fuc*** anything
I don’t have time for bitches who be fuc*** anything
And they said you was never liked, and tryna buy love
And to my surprise, well... that didn’t surprise us
Remember at the spotted pig? You was tryna stunt and floss
And I was like, this bitch tryna pay me to get broken off
Tell me why you really mad, sent a text the next day
Hold up wait what kinda pussy shit is that?
Bitches wish they could beat me, look at me, I just drop a ho
And if I’m feeling froggy, I jump em like they Geronimo
Bitch I’m on my level you looking like you just dropped a flow
My flow so consistent you in and out like a stop and go
Tell her she ain’t fuc*** with me, bitch you ain’t fuc*** with me
I got that fire flow, my tonsils probably fuc*** crispy
You weak and you done and were previously sonned
By a bitch that’s too young
And normally, I’m anti-suicide
But you can’t beat me, it’s your choice
Do or die
You weak bitch