If I'm black, Best for you not to attack, Else I'll whack Your nut sack

Made to keep sun out of ones eyes, worn backwards to keep your inner bad boy alive. I can alter your appearance to some degree, but I'll mess your hair up most definitely!

I’m brushed into flowers, landscapes, and skies, or rolled onto walls in a fresh new disguise.

Rooted before my birth. My use begins to lack. I fold upon your will. Your will is on my back. Ideal for your ideas. I deal in cards and wax. Oft’ torn, which makes me partial To the way I’m stored in stacks.

The beam zooms me onto the ship, and I'm meeting one of the Greys I'm very excited; I've been a fan for days The alien is very nice, so I pull my phone free and ask for a...