CERTAIN SAMURAI
(White Christmas)
I'm dreaming of a certain Samurai.
One whose sword can slay demons
With the light making it glisten
and the Demons are hissing
Only to get a ki blast in the face.
I'm dreaming of a certain Samurai
One who hates men with all her will.
May your death be quick and painless
as you fall to this lovely mistress.
Only she will know how you'll die.
I'm dreaming of a certain Samurai
She hates a certain Manager
He runs away while screaming
Because she wants to remove the source of his semen.
She'll never let him get near any of the girls.
Author Note: Took me a while to come up with the lines for this one.