A/n: I don't own the song "kill you", or any of the characters from "Edward Scissorhands", I make no money ,blah, blah,blah.

Paul's' POV

"thanks Peg, I was so Worried about her" He replied with an evil grin.

"Oh well, I knew you the way asked to even help you look for her last night"

"Well, I better come home now then" "Thanks again" and I hung up abruptly, as I ran to my car as fast I could. "That Bitch!, She thinks she can get away that easy!" I said to my self, "Well Fuck that".

Flashback

I came home tired, from bowling with my friends. I looked around, Dinner should have been on the table. "Hey Bitch!" no one answered, "Hey Bitch" no one answered.

"Where the Fuck are you"? I yelled loud enough so that she could hear me, but the nabores could not. She was not here. The bitch left. I picked up the phone, and dialed the Boggs' number. She had been pretty close with their daughter Kim, maybe they know where she is. "Hello" a groggy voice answered. " Hello, Kim this is Paul, Nicole's Fiancée' " I tried to disguise my anger the best I could. "oh yes, can I ask why your calling at 1:00 in the morning"?

" Ah yea, She not here, I'm afraid something mite have happened to her"……….

Present

I put in "Kill You" and started singing ." When I just a little baby boy,
my momma used to tell me these crazy things
She used to tell me my daddy was an evil man,
she used to tell me he hated me
But then I got a little bit older
and I realized, she was the crazy one
But there was nothin I could do or say to try to change it
cause that's just the way she was

They said I can't rap about bein broke no more
They ain't say I can't rap about coke no more
(AHHH!) Slut, you think I won't choke no whore
til the vocal cords don't work in her throat no more?!
(AHHH!) These motherfuckers are thinkin I'm playin
Thinkin I'm sayin the shit cause I'm thinkin it just to be sayin it
(AHHH!) Put your hands down bitch, I ain't gon' shoot you
I'ma pull +YOU+ to this bullet, and put it through you
(AHHH!) Shut up slut, you're causin too much chaos
Just bend over and take it like a slut, okay Ma?
"Oh, now he's raping his own mother, abusing a whore,
snorting coke, and we gave him the Rolling Stone cover?"
You god damn right BITCH, and now it's too late
I'm triple platinum and tragedies happen in two states
I invented violence, you vile venomous volatile bitches
vain Vicadin, vrinnn Vrinnn, VRINNN! {*chainsaw revs up*}
Texas Chainsaw, left his brains all
danglin from his neck, while his head barely hangs on
Blood, guts, guns, cuts
Knives, lives, wives, nuns, sluts"

A/N: I know this was pretty short, but I'll try to make up for it.