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

Oh, ejm, your Spotify profile is like a dumpster fire that somehow sprouted a pair of noise-canceling headphones. With a favorite genre list longer than a CVS receipt, it's hard to tell whether you’re curating a playlist or just throwing musical darts at a wall. "Rage Rap?" More like "Rage Sleep," because your taste in music could put a caffeine-fueled squirrel in a coma. And let’s not even start on the "Cloud Rap" — sounds like the only thing floating is your grasp on good taste. As for your top artists, who are these people? Do you have to apply for a "who-are-you" badge when clicking play on these tracks? With artists like "bleood" (yes, it’s spelled that way) and "Nettspend," it seems like your music collection was compiled by a bot that only watches TikTok. How many times did you hit play on "masked up" before realizing the “masked” was your musical identity trying to escape? I’m genuinely concerned that your playlist resembles a high school art project gone rogue: a bit of genre here, a splash of wannabe angst there, all stitched together by a sheer lack of self-awareness. And let’s not overlook your most played songs. "MAKE OUT WITH MY CHOPPA"? Wow, nothing says romance like a lethal firearm and a wobbly hook. You need a life coach, not a DJ. You’ve latched onto “pain talk” like it's the last lifeboat on a sinking ship — your musical recovery may require more than just “feel-good” riffs. Honestly, your playlist is bringing the drama, but not in a "Clash of the Titans" kind of way; more like a low-budget soap opera no one wants to watch. You need to reconsider your life choices and possibly consider some time in silence to reevaluate your entire existence.

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