Rap
Pop
Country
Rock
100

Hi! My name is (what?)
My name is (who?) 

My name is (chka-chka, Slim Shady)
Hi, my name is (huh?)

100

So I put my hands up
They're playin' my song, the butterflies fly away..

I'm noddin' my head like, yeah
Movin' my hips like, yeah

100

Country roads, take me home,
To the place I belong...

West Virginia, mountain mama
Take me home, country roads

100

I see a little silhouetto of a man...

Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango?

200

So what we get drunk

so what we smoke weed..

We're just having fun,

And we don't care who sees

200

A few times I've been around that track
So it's not just gonna happen like that...

'Cause I ain't no hollaback girl
I ain't no hollaback girl

200

And a little bit of chicken fried

A cold beer on a Friday night...

A pair of jeans that fit just right,

And the radio uuuuuup
 

200

I love rock 'n roll
So put another dime in the jukebox, baby
I love rock 'n roll

So come and take your time and dance with me

300

His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti...

He's nervous, but on the surface, he looks calm and ready
To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgetting

300

I got a pocket, got a pocketful of sunshine
I got a love and I know that it's all mine, oh, oh-oh....

Do what you want, but you're never gonna break me
Sticks and stones are never gonna shake me, oh, oh-oh

300

I fell into a burning ring of fire, 

I went down, down, down...

And the flames went higher
And it burns, burns, burns
The ring of fire
The ring of fire

300

Take me down to the paradise city....

Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty

Oh won't you please take me home

400

Cause the boys in the hood are always hard
You come talking that trash, we'll pull your card...

Knowing nothing in life, but to be legit
Don't quote me, boy, cause I ain't said s***

400

I'm off the deep end
Watch as I dive in
I'll never meet the ground...

Crash through the surface
Where they can't hurt us
We're far from the shallow now

400

Well, way down yonder on the Chattahoochee,
It gets hotter than a hoochie coochie...

We laid rubber on the Georgia asphalt
We got a little crazy but we never got caught

400

I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams

Where the city sleeps
And I'm the only one, and I walk alone

500

If I didn't ride blade on curb,

would you still (love me)?

If I minimized my net worth,

would you still (love me)?

500

Feel the rain on your skin,

no one else can feel it for you, only you can let it in

No one else, no one else

can speak the words on your lips

500

Blame it all on my roots, I showed up in boots
And ruined your black tie affair...

The last one to know, the last one to show
I was the last one you thought you'd see there

500

Sing with me, sing for year

Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear,

Sing with me if it's just for today...

Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away