[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!)
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!)
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