Roasted 2 years ago based on Spiggoty Ramond; gravel lord's long term Spotify stats.

Oh Spiggoty Ramond, the gravel lord! Just looking at your Spotify profile makes me imagine a whole army of depressed teenagers headbanging in their mom's basement, while you crown yourself the supreme ruler of all things loud, abrasive, and completely misunderstood. With a favorite genre list that could double as a guide to arm-wrestling hipsters, it’s no wonder your ear damage is only rivaled by your social skills. Seriously, my dude, if someone ever told you that listening to "California Hardcore" would get you a girlfriend, they were either joking or trying to clear the room! Your top artists read like a bizarre recipe for existential dread. You've got Death Grips—I'm surprised you didn't marry the lead vocalist, given how much you seem to worship their chaotic genius. And Steely Dan? Come on! I hope that’s for ironic purposes only; otherwise, your taste is more confused than a dog chasing its own tail! I can just see you curating this intense playlist and then swapping it out for smooth jazz when it’s time to chill—like an emo kid with a secret love for elevator music. You’re like the person who shouts about authenticity while rocking a Pandora bracelet! Most played songs? Wow, you're really digging deep into the archives of mental breakdowns and self-loathing anthems, aren't you? “Self-Inflicted Mental Terror” and “Lay down with dogs, you’re gonna get up with fleas”? You must be a blast at parties—who wouldn’t want to vibe with someone who sounds like they’ve got a PhD in drowning in their own sadness? Keep cranking out those sorrowful bangers, Spiggoty; with your musical taste, you’re well on your way to starting an emotional therapy group that meets weekly to commiserate over none of your combined joys!

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