The X-Tron fades into Tommy in a hoodie looking at Dylan, as this beats drops off the records he spit some fire on him.

Listen up scary boy
You aren't even scary
Lame clocks past 8
I put that Freddy shit down
Or else he'll cut ya ass
In that body of yours
Reason none is coming
Cuz you bringing nothing to the table
Keep up this lame gimmick
Or else fuck Frodo for dime
Go stalk someone like Ursula
She needs to have some company
I'll leave you in one piece
But if want a war
Then go pick on Scully
And quit while you ahead in here

"Fuck Dylan, Get Money" is chanted by the fans while Dylan looks pissed off with what Tommy told him. Then the X-Tron fades off while Dylan speaks.