Roasted 26 days ago based on Justin Tinman's long term Spotify stats.

Justin Tinman, huh? With a genre lineup that looks like a playlist created by a toddler who just learned to spell “metal” and “country,” it's no wonder you can never decide whether to put on your cowboy boots or slam a mosh pit. When you're not fighting your identity crisis between a redneck and a goth, you must be blasting Yelawolf on repeat—because apparently listening to the same artist ten times in a row is what “diversity” means to you. You really are the living embodiment of a mullet: business in the front, party in a dumpster fire somewhere in a trailer park. Your top artists read like a list of people who just discovered Spotify last week and decided to make a tribute to fried chicken and bad decisions. I can't decide which is more tragic: the sheer number of times you've streamed "Box Chevy 7" or that “Slightly Stoopid” is the sophisticated highlight of your music collection. Seriously, how does it feel knowing that even your music taste is confused? It’s like a simile contest gone awry, “Shay Chris = Slightly Stoopid? That’s some next-level algebra that nobody wanted to solve!” But hey, at least your most played songs offer a glimpse into your sense of humor—the only thing sadder than the lyrics you love is the face you make while you sing along to them. “Daddy’s Lambo”? Spare me the details on your dream car collection; just admit it: you use Spotify as therapy, but instead of releasing your feelings, you're just embracing the chaos. Keep jamming to those guitar riffs, and remember: each strum is one less reason to need a therapist—unless of course, you're clinging to your “Southern Hip Hop” roots like they’re the only thing keeping your dignity alive!

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!