“Kanye West: Nebuchadnezzar – An Opera,”, was forced to give away tickets after thousands go unsold...
From Radar Online
“Sales were so low, at one point Kanye considered canceling the show,” a snitch spilled about the thousands of tickets that were left un-purchased before the show.
Radar reported that there were thousands of tickets available in almost every section of the venue, with prices ranging from $20 to a whopping $525 prior to the show.
“The show was scheduled for 4. Then they moved it to 5 and it finally started at 6:38pm. It was a total nightmare,” the source told Radar.
kanye: then the king nebuchadnezzar fell upon his face— KEONFXCK!NGWE$T (@KEONFXCKINGWEST) November 25, 2019
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kanye: then the king nebuchadnezzar fell upon his FACE
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kanye: THEN THE KING NEBUCHADNEZZAR FELL UPON HIS FACE
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12 comments:
Ahaahaahaahaahaahaaaahaaaaaa!! That's what Rev Cleophis gets!
People are curious as to what he is going to do and say next. But people are pretty much tired of the same old same old with these folks.
what in the world, is that Kanye in the blue rolling on the floor screaming? SMH
#prayforkanye
Who is buying these tickets????
R in NYC says:
Mock God if you want to. He is not amused.
Koonye and his circus show can get the hell on.
The ancestors did say they were going to make an example out of this fool, for that fuckery ass remark "slavery was a choice" *sips tea*
Riveting!! NOT!
I'll be damned if I spend even $.02 to watch some clown in a blue Glad trash bag squirming on the floor sounding like a dying ass banshee. What in the entire hell is wrong with these people and the ones who pay good money to see them?
Lol! That's all I got
R in NYC says:
When his cult followers start selling off their possessions and moving to a deserted place to set up camp with Koonye, it's a wrap.
Who pays for a ticket to see a public meltdown when we can see it for free on social media?
When you're allowed to get away with fuckery time after time, this is what you do. You start believing your own hype, so you end up rolling around on stage, screeching, trying to rid yourself of your demons. The crowd was uninterested, instead mulling around like they're at a club. I hate that mouf breeva.
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