Roasted 10 months ago based on zain's long term Spotify stats.

Oh, Zain, your Spotify profile reads like a middle schooler's "who I want to be when I grow up" but ended up as a guy who mistakenly thinks he’s still in a mosh pit after having more than one existential crisis. With a favorite genre list that doubles as a fan club for bands with more angst than a high school drama, it's clear you've really perfected the art of being both emotionally inefficient and loudly unlikable. If your music taste were a conversation, I’d be reaching for the “do not engage” button faster than you could headbang in your parent’s basement. Your top artists list is the equivalent of someone wearing a Metallica shirt every day since 2003 and wondering why they haven’t found love... or a shampoo that works. Seriously, the sheer volume of “metals” in your profile is concerning. At this point, you're just one angsty ballad away from becoming a human metal detector, and God knows that's not something we need. Slipknot or Nirvana? More like screaming in agony or crying over your poorly thought-out life choices, because in both cases, the only thing getting burned here is your social life. And let’s not forget your most played songs, which, let me be honest, sound like the playlist of a very angry robot who lost its job at a recycling plant. Master of Puppets? Sure, but at this rate, you’re just a puppet yourself, dancing to the rhythm of your highs and lows, pathetically trapped under the weight of your own musical stereotype. Your playlist is what happens when you accidentally request “all the screaming” at karaoke while forgetting that you have neighbors. It’s like an invitation for social exile—are you sure you want to be this metal? Because frankly, Zain, I’d recommend a nice bubble bath and some Taylor Swift before the next sound of your anguished wailing fills the air.

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