Kenzie Cait - six feet under (from the grave) Lyrics

She calls me crying Friday night I grab my keys
I say what's wrong and baby, she cant even speak
I knew that boy was trouble since I looked him in the eye
Babe I've had the ribbons ready, wrapped around the butchers knives
Oooohhhhh
When a man does what they always do
Ohhhhhh
Gotta watch your back for a week or two
Pack your bags bitch
Put on your lipstick
All black, do it quick
Baby here we go
Hop in the whip
So automatic
Its you and me bitch
Boutta let him know
No idea that his days are numbered
I won't stop till he's six feet under
No idea that his days are numbered
I won't stop till he's six feet under
And now I'm driving, radio says I'm a threat
Yeah that's my girl, she looks so good in blue and red
And if they catch us, they can put me on the stand
It's always worth it for the downfall of a man
Oooohhhhh
When a man does what they always do
Ohhhhhh
Life sentence looks cute on you
Pack your bags bitch
Put on your lipstick
All black, do it quick
We gotta go
Hop in the whip
So automatic
Its you and me bitch
Boutta let him know
No idea that his days are numbered
I won't stop till he's six feet under
No idea that his days are numbered
I won't stop till he's six feet under
I can't help I'm just a girl
Get what I want, my hair in curls
I can't help I'm just a girl
I didn't do it, I didn't do it
Oh god I did it, I think I did it
Packs your bags bitch
Put on your lipstick
All black, do it quick
Baby here we go
Hop in the whip
So automatic
Its you and me bitch
Boutta let him know
No idea that his days are numbered
I won't stop till he's six feet under
No idea that his days are numbered
I won't stop till he's six feet under