(DISCLAIMER:
Please note any spelling errors was intended by Yoav Landau)
It was years ago when I was full grown boy
I was jumping at the street and I
Was clobbered by a car into a window
That was when I saw a Gameboy Advanced S-P-, Blue Edition
But my family could 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 he...
Got inside my house
With a big smelly handle
Snuck past all my parentals
And then I blew the candle out
As I pressed the booton with my feengee
Didn't know what it'd bring me
Or what it's all about...
A little man appeared on screen
His name was Mare-e-o
He sprints at fast speeds such as my own
Pressed another booton and he jumped
And I screamed when he disappeared
Then I feared he wouldn't come
Just stay away from my Gameboy Advanced, S-P-, Blue Edition
You better back away my friend
You can't take away my Gameboy Advanced, 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 graphics was 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 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 boy's 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 lesson
Clicked his moustache
Then I woke the next day
Just stay away from my Gameboy Advanced, S-P-, Blue Edition
You better back away my friend
You can't take away my Gameboy Advanced, S-P-, Blue Edition
Not even from my cold dead hands

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