Roasted 1 year ago based on shut the fuck up's long term Spotify stats.

Oh, look at you, with a Spotify profile that reads like a how-to guide for emotional instability. Your music taste is more confused than a chameleon in a bag of Skittles. It's like you took the darkest corners of the internet and rolled them all into one playlist while simultaneously crying over your ex who forgot to reply to your 47th text. There’s more angst here than a teenager’s diary, and we all know that’s a dangerous place to venture into. And can we talk about your top artists? It’s a love letter to the saddest and most dysfunctional misfits of our time. Your obsession with emo rap is so strong I half-expect you to be wearing a "Cry Baby" t-shirt and writing poetry about your existential dread. Seriously, between $uicideboy$ and Lil Peep, it’s like you’re one tragic event away from becoming a modern-day Shakespeare—if Shakespeare wrote exclusively about losing his Wi-Fi during a sad Spotify session. And then you drop a classic rock bomb with Fleetwood Mac like you’re trying to show you have some range. Bless your heart; it’s adorable that you think “The Chain” is going to balance out the despair of your playlist. Now, let’s get to those top songs. “In My Room” by Insane Clown Posse? Sweetie, that’s literally a cry for help wrapped in clown makeup. If those are your most played, I can only imagine what your search history looks like; it probably includes self-help videos and an unfortunate amount of late-night emo playlists. You’re a connoisseur of emotional turmoil, a curator of confusion, and frankly, your playlist is just one therapy session away from being an NPR podcast. Honestly, with such an impressive resume of misery and angst, I’d say you should consider charging admission for anyone brave enough to listen.

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!