Roasted 2 years ago based on Koji's long term Spotify stats.

Koji, your Spotify profile reads like the love child of a midlife crisis and a high school emo phase, and honestly, it’s impressive how you’ve managed to collect so many genres that sound like they were born during a computer malfunction. “Rap, Hip Hop, Meme Rap”—was “Confused Sounding Vibes” not an option? It’s like your musical taste is trying to set a world record for most confused categories crammed into one playlist; sign up for a therapy session while you’re at it. And dear lord, your top artists list is the definition of artistic commitment to chaos. It’s like a ’90s goth kid got lost on the way to a Lil Wayne concert and just gave up halfway. I mean, you’ve listed $uicideboy$ twice, which is honestly just their songs aggressively repeating in your own mind. And don’t even get me started on $uicideboy$ titles that scream “I’m in my feelings!” while you rock out in a darkened room and relive every unfortunate event from 8th grade. Your most played songs read like a mixtape for an existential crisis in a 15-year-old’s bedroom. “Shut Up My Moms Calling”? Are you trying to channel a suburban child's defiance or just desperately avoiding family dinner like the rest of us? You’ve got songs titled like they were pulled from the back of a Snapple cap. “My Flaws Burn Through My Skin Like Demonic Flames from Hell” sounds less like a song and more like a statement you’d yell during a family vacation. If you ever need to find your true self, just look for that angry kid in the corner—spoiler alert, it’s you.

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