Singer:
Hustlers shootin' 8 ball
Throwin' darts at the wall
Feelin' damn near 10 feet tall
Here he comes, lord help us all
Make sure your girlfriend
Doesn't fall out her chair
Don't be mad, it ain't her fault
It's so hard not to stare
Vil Schoenheit, the perfect Don
If your thinkin' Neige is fairest
Then there must be something wrong
Got it goin' on, his game is strong
And whoo-wee!
Shut my mouth
Talk about fun!
You'll envy the traitor he catches on the run
Just to be at the end of the barrel of his gun...!
Vil Schoenheit, the perfect Don
Now honey, you can't blame him
For what his papa gave him
It ain't right to hate him
Watch 'em stare, even Grim!
Band shuts down at 2
But I'm stayin' out till 3
I hate to see him go
But I love to watch him leave
Oh that Schoenheit, the perfect Don
If your thinkin' Neige is fairest
Then there must be something wrong
Got it goin' on, his game is strong
And whoo-wee!
Shut my mouth
Talk about fun!
You'll envy the traitor he catches on the run
Just to be at the end of the barrel of his gun...!
Vil Schoenheit, the perfect Don
I don't care about the business
I'm just staring at his hands
Cause it feels like it's Christmas
Wonder if I got a chance?
Drivin' everybody crazy
You'll swear you fell in love
Girls you better keep your distance
You can look but you can't touch
Vil Schoenheit, the perfect Don
If your thinkin' Neige is fairest
Then there must be something wrong
Got it goin' on, his game is strong
And whoo-wee!
Shut my mouth
Talk about fun!
You'll envy the traitor he catches on the run
Just to be at the end of the barrel of his gun...!
Vil Schoenheit, the perfect Don
