Dr Lee PhD

5y

Tonight b

Dr Lee PhD

5y

Tonight b

Lord Quas

5y

This Chris dude's maaad f***ing weird bruh.

Like, chill.

Lord Quas

5y

This Chris dude's maaad f***ing weird bruh.

Like, chill.

MORROW

5y

He trynna raise the sub count, he's at 21k now, By the time Donda releases he may get to 100k

Lord Quas

5y

Nothing wrong with that... But holy s***.

Dude's a nut.

Ava

5y

I’m pretty sure everyone on this site loves Kanye to some degree especially on this section but goddamn imagine devoting your whole career to this man

And1Flip

5y

August 6 get here faster

Lord Quas

5y

Nothing wrong with that... But holy s***.

Dude's a nut.

Mr Sting

5y

might have some news for you guys in the next upcoming days but idk for sure yet stay tuned

LordSinceYE

5y

Does listening to the bootleg ruin the final product??

the end

5y

On a humid Atlanta night, nestled in the hidden corridors of a haunted Masonic lodge, Mike Dean stumbled into Kanye West's makeshift office. It was inhabited by the man himself, a desk of solid gold, and a folding chair for visitors.

When Mike Dean walked through the door, he could hardly speak for acute dehydration.

"Kanye..."

Kanye West looked up peevishly from his daily visit to Hentai Haven. "The hell you want, Mike? You have my mixes, you son of a b****?"

"I haven't slept since June..."

"I ain't want to hear any of your crying!" Kanye pounded his fist on the ostentatious solid gold desk and immediately regretted it. He began to cry himself. "Is DONDA finished?"

"Here you go," Mike Dean said, surrendering his MacBook Pro. "Can I sit down?"

Kanye gave one disgusted look to his old friend before pulling the laptop closer to himself. "No. F*** you."

He pressed play on an Apple Music playlist of the songs and listened to their days of hard work for five seconds. Kanye stopped the first track and gestured Mike Dean to a nearby staircase leading up to the roof, taking the laptop with him.

Below them, they could see Atlanta in all its finery, and its millions of people, some of them still recovering from the DONDA listening party the night before.

Without saying a word, Kanye nonchalantly threw the laptop off the building. Mike Dean watched it hit the ground below and smash into countless pieces.

Kanye looked down upon his friend with disgust. "Make a classic by August 6th or I'm putting you in a home!" One could hear a distant peal of thunder as rain began to fall.

As his longtime friend returned to his office, Mike Dean fell to the ground, alternating sobs and fits of laughter. This was his breaking point. What do you get when you cross a tired, d*** addicted producer with an artist that abandons him and treats him like trash?

Mike Dean had become the Joker, baby.