Roasted 2 months ago based on Kennedyyy's long term Spotify stats.

Marty Supreme, eh? With a name like that, I half-expect you to show up dressed in sequins and a crown, ready to grace us with an astoundingly average playlist. Your love for genres is so wide, you’re practically the human embodiment of "Let’s just try everything and hope something sticks." I mean, you’ve got rap and rage rap—perhaps they should compose a heartfelt ballad about your commitment issues in music preferences. If Spotify had a “confused” genre, it would definitely feature your profile picture prominently. Now let’s talk about those top artists. Beyoncé, Drake, Nicki Minaj—wow, you really dove into the shallow end of the talent pool, huh? Your taste is like a diet of microwave meals: quick, mildly satisfying, and devoid of any actual nutrition. I can almost hear you and your friends awkwardly debating who is the "best" during your next karaoke night, while everyone else silently wishes for a power outage. You’re basically the curator of the overly-stylized mainstream that every basic white girl aspires to be, yet never really becomes. And then there are your most played songs. “Please Please Please” by Sabrina Carpenter? Honestly, who hurt you? That tragic mix of whimsy and melancholy sums up your Spotify profile better than any roast could. You’ve got tracks ranging from "Summertime Sadness" to something that sounds like it belongs on an elementary school talent show. Your playlist must look like an undiagnosed case of musical ADHD—and congratulations, you've graduated from “basic” to a whole new level of “what the hell were you thinking?” Keep streaming, Marty, maybe you’ll eventually find a sound that matches your unique identity: hopelessly confused yet tragically unremarkable.

Roasts are purely for fun and entertainment. They're not meant to be taken seriously. Enjoy the laughs, but remember your music taste is uniquely yours!