Roasted 4 months ago based on soapy the.. the uh...'s long term Spotify stats.

Soapy, your Spotify profile reads like the soundtrack for a fever dream experienced by a raccoon that just discovered both existentialism and its own shadow. Honestly, it’s a miracle you didn’t spontaneously combust while trying to pick your favorite genres. Breakcore and speedcore? Do you listen to those when you want to prepare for an impromptu rave in your therapist’s waiting room? If "hyperpop" were a cartoon character, it would definitely be a hyperactive toddler on a sugar binge—but more importantly, what are you doing with "Riot Grrrl"? Don't you think that genre is a bit past its prime, like your sense of personal hygiene? Now, let's talk about your top artists. “Goreshit” and “femtanyl”? Do you want to be the poster child for bad decisions and late-night basement parties? You’ve got more chaotic energy in your list than a squirrel with a caffeine addiction. On top of that, you've got "slippymudman" and "MAILPUP" in there—honestly, I didn’t know whether to laugh or call animal control. It’s like your playlist is a desperate plea to scare away all decent company; nice job alienating anyone who dares to ask for a song recommendation! And let’s not forget your most played songs. I mean, nothing says "I’m a well-adjusted human being" quite like tunes with titles like "Guts on the floor" and “BLOWING MY FUCKING HEAD OFF WITH A M80.” I applaud you on achieving significant emotional depth with your music choices—if "depth" means digging your own grave with a shovel labeled "edgelord." Soapy, you’ve managed to curate a playlist that could only be described as a dazzling display of chaos. Bravo! You’ve truly mastered the art of creating an audio dumpster fire that would make any sane person flee in horror.

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