Roshamb-ow! She wins! 🏆

[Verse 1] The field is set, the stakes are high, The guys all gather, it’s do-or-die. Each one ready to stand the test, But a kick to the jewels takes out the best. (THWACK) Oh, there goes Joe, he’s down on the floor, Grimacing hard, he can't take much more. “Next man up!” the ref calls loud, While the crowd just jeers—a brutal crowd! [Chorus] Roshamb-ow! The pain is real, Each low blow’s a spinning wheel. Who’ll survive? Oh, it’s tough to tell, Another thwack, and another one fell! [Verse 2] Here comes Dan, all cocky and sly, “Kick me first, I won’t even cry!” But one quick shot, and he drops down, Now he’s curled up tight, and has a quivering frown. Then Tim steps in, he’s built like a tank, Thinks his size will give him rank. But one swift strike, and he’s no machine, Down he goes—it’s a groin guillotine! [Chorus] Roshamb-ow! The battle’s grim, The chances of winning are very slim. Groans and moans, it’s a sight to see, Who’ll be the last on two bent knees? [Bridge] Just when the guys think it’s all but done, In walks a woman, here for the fun. Her eyes are sharp, her stance is low, “Mind if I give this game a go?” The crowd erupts as she takes her place, The men all smirk—it’s a groin race. How is this possible, she never falls! Her secret weapon? She's got no balls! [Final Chorus] Roshamb-ow! She rules the throne, No groans, no moans—her edge is her own. The guys all gasp, "How does she stand?!" Turns out, she had protection planned! [Outro] So fellas beware, and learn from this tale, When you play this game, you might just fail. The queen of roshambo, she’s here to stay, With steel-toe boots and a sneaky way!