The Living Tombstone - Gameboy Advance SP Blue Edition

It was years ago, as a fully grown boy, I was jumping in the streets and I was clobbered by a car into a window
That was when I saw the Gameboy Advance SP Blue Edition, but my family can barely afford gold
As I stared as 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 he...

Got inside my house with a big smelly handle, snuck past all my parentals and I blew my candle out
As I pressed the boooton with my feenge, did not know what it'd bring me... Or what it's all about...
And a little man appeared on screen, his name was Mare-e-o, he sprints at fast speeds such as my own
Preesed another boooton and he jumped, I screamed when he disappeared, and I feared he wouldn't come...

Just stay away from my Gameboy Advance SP Blue Edition, you better back away my friend
You can't take away my Gameboy Advance SP Blue Edition, not even from my cold dead hands

The screen turned black, it had turned into big hole, 'Is this the hole I see before me?', and it echoed like a hole...
There was Mare-e-o, and his graphics were jumbled, realistic 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 was 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
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 than 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 lesson, clicked his moustache, then I woke the next day

Just stay away from my Gameboy Advance SP Blue Edition, you better back away my friend
You can't take away my Gameboy Advance SP Blue Edition, not even from my cold dead hands