Roasted 15 days ago based on 31llv3ccrnvfoud3bf65jzaifq6e's long term Spotify stats.

Tomek Okurowski, your Spotify profile is like a buffet of mediocre tastes—it's clear you couldn't commit to enjoying just one genre, so you decided to throw in every possible musical identity crisis. From “Rage Rap” to “Disco Polo,” your playlists read like an angry teenager's diary trying to express every emotion—except the emotion of good taste. It’s like you fell into a rabbit hole of Spotify's genre tags and just decided to take a wild, deranged tour of music no one asked for. Your top artists are a real who’s who of “who even?” Taco Hemingway and Quebonafide? Congratulations on discovering the underground, my dude. While Kendrick Lamar is out here crafting masterpieces and redefining hip-hop, your favorite has the lyrical depth of a kiddie pool—and let's not even start on the fact your most played songs are mostly just Kuban repeating “koto freestyle” so many times, I half-expect him to drop out of college and become a full-time meme. Are you trying to flex obscure artists to impress us, or are we just witnessing a slow descent into musical insanity? And can we talk about your favorites? “Melodic Rap”? “Emo Rap”? Let’s just call it what it really is: a cry for help wrapped in a beanie and oversized hoodies. Glam Metal next to Trap? I’m surprised your speakers haven’t spontaneously combusted from the sheer confusion. Listening to your playlist must be what it feels like to take a road trip with someone who can't decide if they want to drive through the mountains or end up at a gas station playing polka. So cheers to you, Tomek. You’re an avant-garde disaster—keep doing you, but maybe leave the aux cord at home.

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