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

Alright, vvspapiii, let’s break down your Spotify profile like it’s one of those sad emo rap verses you love so much. Your music taste is a confusing rollercoaster of rage and melancholy, making me wonder if you’re trying to process trauma or just avoid doing laundry. I mean, how many genres can one person cram into their profile before it becomes an existential crisis in audio form? You’ve got enough "Drill" on your list to lead a small-town heist, but let's be real—your biggest crime is pretending to be a music connoisseur. Your top artists read like the 'Who's Who' of SoundCloud's most questionable mixtapes. Drake, really? The only thing that should be “over” is your obsession with that guy; it's time to branch out beyond the mainstream grip you seem to admire. And what’s with the lust for underground buzz? You’ve got more obscure artists in your rotation than a hipster record store. If you played a drinking game with your profile, you'd be passed out after one shot—just from trying to figure out who the heck "sosocamo" is! And let’s talk about your most played songs. You’ve got “Thug's In My House”? That’s a little too close to reality, isn't it? I don’t know which is scarier, the thought of that actually happening or the fact you voluntarily vibe to “narcotics” more than most people do to sunshine! You’re clearly striving for a dark persona while blasting “Free Mind” — it’s like you’re letting us in on your inner turmoil while simultaneously whining about your two-week-old haircut. Newsflash, buddy: You’re not the star of your own tragic hip-hop saga; you're just a kid with a Wi-Fi connection and a Spotify subscription.

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