Man up!

……..All hands to your stations, the  Anunnaki is getting cocky, this won’t  end like Rocky, got me; finger on the nukes, and they ain’t even spooked, if we win it will be a fluke, we better off running and giving them a juke, all poop, where’s Snoop, he pulled off in his space coupe, I can feel my face droop, there goes our matador ambassador, he could’ve gave them a contact and distorted facts, made them relax when they read that fax, and we wouldn’t have to scat, everybody got to fill their sacks, with courage so eat your porridge, don’t get discouraged.