Roasted 1 month ago based on JINKED*'s long term Spotify stats.

Oh, JINKED*, your Spotify profile is like a musical dumpster fire—the kind that smells terrible yet is undeniably fascinating to watch. Seriously, who needs therapy when you've got "Horrorcore" and "Witch House" playlisted like an artistically inclined serial killer? I’d say your taste in music is more niche than a vegan butcher’s shop, but let’s face it, “Experimental Hip Hop” and “Cloud Rap” are the audibly equivalent of dressing like a middle-aged man trying to look like he just stepped off the set of a failed indie film. Those top artists of yours read like a hipster bingo card. "JPEGMAFIA" and "Death Grips"? Congratulations on being the only person in your circle who not only knows them but also has somehow made them the soundtrack of your existential crisis. You must be the life of the party, preaching the gospel of “I only listen to artists who sound like they’re recording in a haunted house.” Meanwhile, the rest of us are just trying to vibe with whatever beat you can’t quite align with reality. And let’s talk about that most played list—if "Bloody Angel" and "God's Light Burns Upon My Flesh" are your go-to jams, I can only assume you’re setting a mood for entering a poorly lit crypt or welcoming a bad acid trip. With track titles like "Parking Lot Scarecrow," it’s hard to decipher if you’re curating a haunted mixtape or attempting to summon Cthulhu on a Wednesday night. Look, we get it; you're avant-garde—but the only thing more experimental than your playlist is your grasp on social norms.

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