Roasted 8 months ago based on xannymontana's long term Spotify stats.

Oh look, it’s xannymontana—your friendly neighborhood hip-hop leaning metalhead, or as I like to call you, the ultimate playlist for a 13-year-old’s Myspace account looking for an identity crisis. With your favorite genres reading like a middle school kid’s Pinterest board for “When I’m Sad, But Also Want to Headbang,” it’s no wonder your music taste is as confused as a goldfish in a blender. You’ve got everything from horrorcore to trap metal, which is basically music for people who want to sob in a mosh pit. And then there are your top artists, which seem to be hosted by a compiling algorithm of angst and existential dread. $uicideboy$? Real original. At this rate, you’d probably vibe with a dying raccoon if it dropped a solid beat. Let’s be honest: the only time you interact with real life is when you’re trying to connect with your “deep” side through $uicideboy$ lyrics, contemplating whether you should have gone to dental school instead of following this chaotic sound cloud. Brace yourself for those nostalgic memories of crying alone in your basement, friend. Finally, your top tracks! If I wanted to reenact a bad horror flick, I’d just hit play on your most played songs and let them narrate me straight to my own funeral. "No Brainer" by Ashnikko? More like “No Brain.” Doja Cat and Nicki Minaj could drop a nuclear album and you’d still be stuck in the emo rap pit, playing the world's saddest mixtape while you drown your simultaneous love for sugary pop and dark vibes. Congrats on uncovering the Wikipedia page to music that smells like old socks and regret; now all you need is a therapist who specializes in identity issues—and maybe a new Spotify account.

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!