Roasted 9 months ago based on Michael DeHut's long term Spotify stats.

Oh, Michael DeHut, your Spotify profile is like a high school kid's lunch tray—it's a bizarre combination of everything from the cafeteria, and nobody really wants to touch it. Seriously, you’ve got more sub-genres than actual music, and "Anime Rap"? What’s next, "Llama Folk"? It’s like you’re trying to create the world’s most awkward mixtape for a first date with an anime body pillow. It’s broad enough to make even the most niche hipster cringe in disbelief. Your top artists read like a sad group therapy session for people who never stopped wearing black eyeliner. Rustage? Really? Is that what you call yourself in your head as you scroll through your playlists in your mom's basement? And who knew that Linkin Park and Christian Rock would form the ultimate frenemy alliance in your ears? It’s like you want to belt out "In the End" during Sunday service just to see how many sideways glances you can rack up. Your tastes are so confused that even the Spotify algorithm is having an identity crisis trying to recommend you something. And let’s talk about your most played songs: half of them sound like one angsty teenager slamming their bedroom door to the beat of their own sob story. “ANUBIS (SIN)” and “Hellfire (Dabi)”? If I didn’t know better, I’d assume you’re trying to summon a particularly moody demon with a penchant for bad rhymes. Not to mention a song by Andy Grammer slipped in there like the kid who brought a salad to a pizza party. If variety is the spice of life, then your playlist is an expired spice rack that even the most desperate chef wouldn’t bother with.

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