Gameboy Advance SP Edition

It was years ago, as a fully grown boy, I, was jumping in the street and I
Was clobbered by, a car into a window
That was when I saw, a game boy advance, s-p-, blue edition
But my fa-mi-ly, can barely afford gold
As I stared at him, into his eyes, he said: Mom, mamaaa, as he held it in his tiny hands
I started running and I screamed, and shoved him to the ground, took that gba from him

Got inside, my house, with a big, smelly han-dle, snuck past all my parentals
And then I blew my candle out
As I pressed the boooton with my feenge, did not, know, what it’d, bring me
Or what, its all a-bout
And a little man appeared on screen, his name was mare-e-o
He sprints at fast speeds such as my own
Pressed another boooton and he jumped
I screamed when he disappeared, and, I feared, he wouldn’t, come

Just stay away, from my gameboy ad-vance, s, p, blue edition
(You better back, away my friend)
You can’t take away, my gameboy ad-vance, s, p, blue edition
(Not even from, my cold, dead hands)

The screen turned black, it had turned into a big, hole
Is this a hole I see, before me?
And it echoed like a hole
There was mare-e-o, and his gra-phics were jumbled
Realistic skin, pores
And chapped, lips, and I tried, to change, it
Then mare-e-o he did not move, all, that he did was scream
And my skin turned rotten and green
I feared the worst, and so I, tossed, that, gameboy out the window, it came, back again

I snuck inside of the little boys room, I wanted to tell him that I was wrong
But when I turned the lights on, the room was full of people in black
I said: Who the flip are you people? Is that your boy there inside that box?
A priest said: Lower that box, then I sprinted towards the coffin

I yelled to free me of this curse, then mare-e-o appeared
But then gaussian blurred away
Appeared again, said learned my les-son, clicked his mustache
Then I woke, the next, day

Just stay away, from my gameboy ad-vance, s, p, blue edition
(You better back, away my friend)
You can’t take away, my gameboy ad-vance, s, p, blue edition
(Not even from, my cold, dead hands)