[Verse 1: Candyman (GameboyJones)]
The murmurs of my curse will be heard again
Murdering the worst suburban disturbance to lurk within a Burton flick
Terminate pervert vermin's exterminator services
Belly of the beast, this invertebrate can't worm out this
Words about me spread like fire and smoke of the demon
Your only headline of note is receding
Middle-aged joker peaked at his old theater school
Relives his days of glory by peeking at 15 year olds
A sequel/remake story? Tell Keaton's agent he's too old
A star we'll see fade shortly? Beetlejuice is easy for him
Your weak brain's storing an ego of extreme proportions
Head keeps on growing, the healer better shrink it more
I fantasize about a coward writhing in the afterlife
Add a manchild's cries to my count of infanticide

[Verse 2: Beetlejuice (McGwire)]
(Ahem) Direct your eyes to the TV, please
Not the man with the handhook for the recently deceased (Arr!)
Your name's in so many films, it's like they're tryna have you manifesting
You suck at the whole "being dead" thing
Okay, now Candyman canned the mantle (WHAT?) because he can't demand (WHAT?)
More than high schoolers to call up the hook-handyman (WOAH!)
Recant, Demon! Put that bitch down! Ditch the puppy love
The way you shoved that tongue in her filled me with stomach bugs
Oh, I'm the washed up one, huh? Well you're the artist, brother
That why your city made you bleed like some watercolor?
Some awful myth! Powered off gossipin'
Your fan club's in the bathroom, cuz your legends one crock of shit (OHHH!)
[Verse 3: Candyman (GameboyJones)]
I'm the writing on the wall, you should have read it
Talk of my hand, keep yours out the dresses
Here's a hint for you, Beetlejuice, I stomp fiends
And I'll make a sex pest's insides splatter on the concrete
Your escape plan's to take a child to the mate lands
Offering a diamond crest ring for your young fling
I lap circles around you, Epstein in a clown suit
But I prefer not to know what ring you've been running

[Verse 4: Beetlejuice (McGwire)]
Cut! Stop, Tony! You're not even on his level, dawg!
Don't push your luck, just take the damn fight with the Leprechaun
Nice fucking business model, daddy's rolling in his grave
Taking stories based on slaves and exploiting them for change
Check it! Dragging my name? Then let me get real
I'll rock your banana boat, 'cause you've been slipping since Peele
And if I'm a sex pest, you're a borderline felon
I've been to hell and back, you're still in line to get in Helen
Cuz the only time you found a honey in your lifetime
They all rallied to have you stung to death like a hivemind
Threw a candy wrapper on the pile and left him cooked up
The roast with the most! Worse than your last hook-up