6 henchmen sitting in their balls
The first comes out, he’s the easiest of all
The next one is harder, oh man I might die
He kills my henchmen, he might make me cry
I don’t want to lose, but I don’t have revives
But he is making me frustrated, I don’t want to die!
Down to the last of my henchmen, yet he has three
My anger flourishing I could chop down a tree
The League is frustrating none of them are kind
His henchmen are hard and killing me each time
The Elite Four will never be a bore
I sigh as he kills me to the core.
The Elite Four