Roasted 2 years ago based on Eggs🐕's long term Spotify stats.

Alright, Da Big Dog, let's take a moment to appreciate your Spotify profile, which reads like a mid-2000s emo diary gone wrong. Your favorite genres list could double as a student's guide to self-pity with a side of overpriced coffee. If your playlists get any sadder, they’ll start sending you "hey, wanna talk?" messages. Bedroom Pop? Please, your bedroom has started collecting more dust than followers at this point. “Sad Rap”? Looks like you're more interested in shedding tears on your beats than sharing them with actual people. Your top artists list reads like a “Who’s Who” of sad boi music — congratulations! You’ve successfully curated the soundtrack for every unfortunate breakup ever, including the one where you found out your high school crush didn’t actually like your Facebook posts. Powfu? More like Pow-Snooze. You're jamming to melodies that sound like a cat walking across a keyboard while wrapped in existential dread. Are you waiting for the lo-fi playlist to magically transport you to a happier time, or just hoping it'll drown out the sound of your own thoughts? And what's with your "Most Played Songs"? Half of them sound like they should come with a complimentary pack of tissues and a tub of cookie dough. "I Just Threw Out The Love Of My Dreams"? Have you considered throwing out your Spotify account instead? You could use some fresh air and maybe even enjoy a genre that doesn’t require a therapist's recommendation. But hey, keep living that ironic life, big dog. Just remember, every time you hit shuffle, a puppy loses its bark.

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!