Killer and DeMona Christmas... { Mature Audience}

He was so very happy, all had seemed just right

Floating on air, he was relieved, it had been a perfect night

The memory of her presence, the feelings she evoked

Kept the fire burning, the flames were being stoked
 

He had planned to make it happen

Her heart, he was to steal

The plan went off without a hitch

They had made the perfect meal
 

Now he planned another scheme, he had to see her again

It would take a careful plot, but he knew just when

The holiday was coming up, he knew this was the time

She would be receptive, celebration on her mind
 

Killer had the perfect victim, he really was a Grinch

He hated holidays,  his purse felt a miser's pinch

He lived alone and liked it, Bah, humbug he always said

The world was better without him, naught would miss him...dead
 

They met at Killer's apartment... fooled around a bit

'Till finally it was dark, and now... let's get to it

She looked so enticing, he made his heart be still

no need to remind him, she was dressed to kill
 

Up the stairs to the loft, the miser called his home

He would be there, they were sure... the Grinch, he didn't roam

The door was solid oak, six locks upon it now

They would have to figure out... get by all this... somehow
 

She had the best idea... she said; He may be tight it's true

But I'll bet, he's not got laid...in longer time than you

I'll knock upon his door, revealing all my charms

He'll open up that door so fast, and fall right in my arms
 

The plan... it worked so smoothily, it was pretty slick

Who wouldn't want to let her in...He was thinking with his dick

Killer shut the door behind him, his knife it really gleamed

The Scrooge was not surprised... again he's getting reamed
 

Screaming out " Bah Humbug", as they took him down

I knew it wasn't true... Christmas spirit can't be found

Killer laughed with a Ho, Ho, Ho, and said; that's where you're wrong

You'll be our Christmas goose, and be bones before too long
 

DeMona grabbed him by the throat, saying; I'll give you this

Before you meet your fate, you deserve a little kiss

She kissed his waxen cheek, and then his flabby lip

Her teeth took out his tongue... he screamed as it ripped
 

Killer stabbed him through his tiny heart, it was hard to find

He had to strike more than once, but he didn't mind

DeMona squeezed his chestnuts, Grinch sang saprano high

Killer twisted the blade again...as he said; Goodbye
 

The spirit of Christmas eve, flowed through the preparation

They danced and sang through the night,  making recipie consultation

Liver patie and prime rib, stuffing of lung and bread

Scrooge-Grinch never gave such joy, until, the day, that he was dead