Yo, I'm spitting venom, this is surgical precision
TV 2 playing games have got me locked in this prison
You corporate clowns stealing hours like a thief
Charging fees for weak streams, rest in relief
Your shows are trash, they rot my brain like mold
Same recycled scripts, stories dead and cold
Your actors are stiff, wouldn't let they card while you're drunk
Every plotline's faker than your own bedroom junk
Commercial breaks longer than the damn shows
Bleed my patience, man, it's how it goes
And your app, glitchy as fuck, crashes like a plane I'm Admiral, with thе flames, I'm bringing wrath insane
You leech of the culturе, vultures in disguise
Typing my wallet while you're feeding me lies
TV 2, more like TV 2, screw off my dick
Hey, stick your subscriptions, I'm done with you
Norwegian pride, now you're selling out your soul
Propped up on scanners, no sense of control
Cancel my channel, fine, I'm stepping away
Your house of cards about to collapse any day
From the basement to the penthouse, I'm tearing you apart
Every word of thought, I'm tearing you apart
Straight to your black heart, call me the surgeon
Cutting out the infection, TV 2, this is lyrical correction
And I'm murdering you in a second