Too late for the Cypher. Aliens ...

Got aliens on my ass, rapping fast while they're chasing me,

I wasn't ready or prepared for them to be invading me.

Ain't scared to use the chopper if it means I'm not R.I.P.

I thought this shit only happened in Halo or Destiny.

Watch out, be prepared for this metaphor,

These things are out of this world, Mordor.

Running out my house, hopping in my four-door,

Looks like today I'm gonna have a detour.

Holy shit, they're blue, big-eyed, and tentacled,

Better get out of here or they'll rip out my ventricles.

They're a regrettable yet respectable,

Not of this dimension type of spectacle.

Incomprehensible, flexible but skeletal,

With probes that are injectable.

They're existence is no longer theoretical.

Meanwhile, I'm jumping out of my window, as fire is coming from my car,

Gotta find they're leader, the top-dog, czar.

I'm running through the streets, scared for my life,

No time to save your kids, dogs, sisters, or wife.

Throwing down bar after bar, with aliens on my trail,

If I make it out alive, this will be one heroic tale,

I'm going to prevail, and impale these whales to my avail.

Finally, after I'm done stabbing these slimy creatures,

You can listen to my rhyming procedure and blow out your speakers.