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

Oppieum sounds like the kind of kid who sat alone in the cafeteria, blasting "$uicideboy$" while writing poetry about his feelings in a dark cave he found in the woods. Your favorite genres read like the world's saddest tag cloud. Seriously, how do you manage to squeeze in "Cloud Rap" and "Dark Trap" on the same playlist? It's like you threw genre names into a blender and hoped for a sonic smoothie that wouldn’t taste like midlife crisis drowning in a pool of angst. You are literally a walking advertisement for emotional instability! And can we talk about your top artists? There’s an alarming amount of "$uicideboy$" on there. Are you trying to make your therapist rich, or are you just aiming to scare away any potential friends? You must confuse people at parties, insisting that you hang out with alternative metal legends like System Of A Down and then promptly pulling out your “Insane Clown Posse” t-shirt, all while insisting that you’re “deep.” Newsflash: your taste in music isn’t as profound as you think; it screams “please help me” louder than a suburban goth kid at a family barbecue. Let’s dive into your most played songs. That list looks like a soundtrack to a school shooting movie that never got made. If "Kill Yourself (Part III)" is on repeat, it’s safe to say you've taken the “emo” thing a tad too seriously. What's next? An album titled "Mediocre Misery Across the Years"? If your music taste were a cooking recipe, it would be a burnt offering served with a side of regret. Careful, Oppieum; at this rate, you might just summon the authorities with your collection, not to mention your therapist’s phone number!

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