Jimmy what the fuck just happened?
Jerkbeast took an L for you
He must been worn out by Gay Boi 4
He was such chicken shit he couldn't keep up
So now you are the new Gay Boi
Nigga you got more tenderloin than a chicken fried steak
I could see you smoking blunts
But can't out smoke me in cypher
So I suggest you stay silent
Or i'll let you feel my wraith
Jimmy oh Jimmy
You should have stayed in Jamaica
With the dead body of Bob Marley
You are more irrelevant than me
I seek more tits than you flipping salad
And thats the truth you see


Then we see Jimmy walking down a street and Tommy unloads a flair gun out of his window of his car to aim at Jimmy, but it didn't affect him, so he reverses it to slam Jimmy towards a brick wall and pins him with it.

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Bruddah!

Tommy Wish, mon, how you been? Er'ting all IRIE for you mon?

You know me, been livin' wit de struggle of bein' a black mon in a white mon's world, you know?

Er'ting good tho. I got this sweet green an' I been smokin' all day er'day.

Tommy my bruddah though, why you be smellin' like my cumsock the day before laundry day, mon? I swear it's like you got nut butter oozin' out your pores! Dat shit ain't normal!

An' what's this with you always tryin' to touch ladies inappropriate like? You got to EASE them into it, my friend! Use your charm and your... well. Okay, I guess forcin' them might be the only way you got.

Ay!

Frankie!

Dat's me boy Frankie o'er dere, he got de steel drums.

FRANKIE! COME PLAY THEM DRUMS BOY!


Frankie plays the steel drums


Now I got that ISLAND beat, mon!


My bruddah Tommy Wish... you need to resist... the urge to play wit fiyah.

Why you persist... when you swing and you miss... It ain't even wort' de tryin'...

You d'bottom o' de list... you ain't never catch de gist... he say he win? He lyin'...

Only gots to raise de fist... it's de end o' Tommy Wish... soooooooooon he be cryin'...



Steel drum solo



Kickout, mon.


BUH!!! BUH!!!!

Girard is about to count the pin when he notices Jamaican Jimmy powering out of the pin, causing Girard to shrug and sip his martini.

Winner and STILL Federweight Champion: Jamaican Jimmy!

"Now it's all about Versace
You copied my style
Five shots couldn't drop me
I took it and smiled
Now I'm back to set the record straight
With my A-K
I'm still the thug that you love to hate
Motherfucker I'll Hit 'Em Up"
-tupac shakur



I want this fake ass nigga in a match so I can burn em and prove I'm the real lyricist.
Punk ass bitches nigga I'll hit em up

Tommy come see me when your ready for a real competition nigga

Titles Held: Intercontinental, Tag Team (w/ Peter Gilmour)
Win / Loss / Draw (Since Return): 1 / 0 / 0