DAVE CHAPPELLE SPEAKS OUT After Getting Attacked By A ‘Fan’ With A Weapon On Hollywood Bowl Stage, Attacker Stomped Out, Chris Rock’s Wild Reaction!

Dave Chappelle was attacked on stage last night by an audience member with a weapon, and now he’s speaking out about the insane situation.  Everything inside!

Lordt!  We surely hope this isn’t a trend now.

While Dave Chappelle was on stage during his Netflix Is A Joke Festival’s "Dave Chappelle & Friends" show last night at the Hollywood Bowl, someone from the audience ran on stage to attack him.

It was all caught on camera phone video, despite it being a "phone-free experience", and the audience full of celebs and thousands of fans sounded shocked and confused by what was going down. 

It all started when Dave took the stage to introduce his friends like Mos Def, and then ish started going awry.  Some reports state the attacker had a gun, while others state he had a knife.  Now, based on newly released images from LAPD, we know it was BOTH!  And it’s unclear how he got this through metal detectors:

As soon as security swooped in and took dude down, Chris Rock came from backstage and took the mic saying, "Was that Will Smith?!"  Oop!

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According to reports, the attacker is a 140lb, 5ft 11, 23-year-old male named Isaiah Lee.  He was arrested by LAPD and charged with assault with a deadly weapon.

Apparently, he was also beat down by security (and maybe Dave himself and Jamie Foxx) backstage, so he was taken away on a stretcher as he was arrested:

Sheesh.

 

 

While it remains unconfirmed what Lee’s motives were, Dave continued joking afterwards saying: ‘It was a trans man’, referencing his beef with LGBTQ community after last year’s Sticks & Stones comedy special where many felt his jokes were an insult to the community as a whole. We’re sure that little quip won’t sit well either.

 

Jamie Foxx ended up on stage cracking jokes with him afterwards too. 

Foxx said: ‘I thought that was part of the show, I didn’t know what the f***…’

Chappelle said: ‘I grabbed the back of that n**** head. His hair was spongy. Absorbent.’

Foxx added: ‘Listen, I just want to say, this man is an absolute genius. We’ve got to make sure we protect him at all times.

‘For every comedian who comes out here, this means everything. You’re a genius. You’re a legend, I enjoyed myself thoroughly, and we’re not going to let nothing happen to you.’

Chappelle said: ‘I’ve been doing this for 35 years. I just stomped a n**** backstage. I’ve always wanted to do that.’

 

Dave’s spokesperson issued a statement today on his behalf saying:

 

 

‘Dave Chappelle celebrated four nights of comedy and music, setting record-breaking sales for a comedian at the Hollywood Bowl… he refuses to allow last night’s incident to overshadow the magic of this historic moment,’ a spokesperson said.

‘As unfortunate and unsettling as the incident was, Chappelle went on with the show.’

 

The chaos of the night doesn’t end there.  TMZ reports this Isaiah person made a rap song about Dave Chappelle recently and put it on Soundcloud.  Gotta beware of those Soundcloud rappers.  His brother also told Rolling Stone that he has mental health problems and allegedly has some connection to the trans community, but it’s not clear what that is.

Stay safe out there, y’all!

 

Photos: Featureflash/Depositphotos.com, LAPD

 

Royce Da 5’9″ – Wait A Minute (Freestyle)

[Verse]
Wait, wait, wait a minute
Wait a goddamn minute
Wait, wait, wait a minute
Wait one fucking minute
I’m looking at your year end list
You’re choosing rappers you’re friends with
Who be rapping what their friends did
Toolie ratchets and extensions
Wait, wait, wait a minute
We done already heard their best shit
We already got the message
They on a lean, molly, Percocet trip
Think I found what real success is
Running around here since "The Message"
Forty pounder full of death wish
Money counter full of blessings
I sent a cannonball right at the cannon barrel
Through your wall, closet, through your damn apparel
Through your grandma chair, through your granite counter
Topping, I ain’t tryna stop it ’till you standing on the doorstep
Of the man upstairs, nigga, you’re next
Wait a minute, nigga
I’ve been going crazy on these records way before Flex
This the bad half Shady vortex, armed in navy warfare
Y’all done bar them Bailey boys
Best to back the fuck up or get smacked the fuck up eighty million different ways
If I say it’s fuck the world then the world’s getting fucked
Eighty million different ways
When I’m finished with it
Then the world’s gon get the AIDS like some 1984 sex
This the traumatize your favorite rapper year
This the homicide related racketeer
All I’m tryna hear today is trap and drill
It’s all downhill from here like Jack and Jill
Wait, wait, wait, wait a minute
Wait a motherfucking minute
I’m giving all my hoes an ultimatum, she my mascot
I’m just tryna motivate her, I’m just popping shit
She just getting ass shot
Like a Soulja Boy home invader
I get a whole clip to all my haters
Just so I could go and get exonerated
Wait, wait, wait a minute
Wait a motherfucking minute
I watch you niggas go tool up
I’m Compton menace on school bus
It’s documented, boy, prove what?
Been dropping gems since I grew up
I got to feel this void move, bruh
The target’s been destroyed, boo ya
These nerds rapping for attention
For a word from Vlad or Akademik
Prefer to slap you over engine
I merge rappers for the Guinness
Wait, wait, wait a minute
I know you heard I’m back in business
I’m going harder than Tha Carter X
I’m birds flapping independent
I’m tycooning through the pressure
I’m typhooning through this weather
I might do a nigga beat for ’em
Give him back to him a little PHresher
Got the cash holding on line two, brink trucks noise on one
Casanova with the rifle, fuckboy, don’t run
I’m live from it with the streams
Buying guns and getting beams
You guys coming with your teams
It’s feeling like iFunny with the memes
I flip the blade like "say something"
Around dough like Rajon
Let you rip the stage
Then I come and rip the stage down more like Trey Songz
Category slaughter gang shit
Feel me, nigga, this is God hustle
Phantom or the ‘Vette, Tammy Lahren, Charlamagne shit
The odd couple
Wait, wait, wait a minute
I’m prime away from fucking mating with her
I bend her over, stick her on the expensive car
Tyler fucking Creator with it
You a lame, you from Twitter fame
You had a chain, now it’s your nigga chain
Face down on your computer keys sleep
Closest you gon’ be to laying in your name
Body bag after body bag
Leave a trail laying in your lane
I’m Cold Chillin’ on the record business
But I ain’t saying I distribute Kane
Wait a motherfucking minute
You popping molly with the actors
I fucked the baddest of the white bitches
I’m Talib Kweli with the blackness
I’m Mos Def with immigration
Ladies on top of ladies
I’m most def with immigration
Babies on top of babies
Wait a motherfucking minute

Royce 5’9” – Wait A Minute (Freestyle)

[Verse]
Wait, wait, wait a minute
Wait a goddamn minute
Wait, wait, wait a minute
Wait one fucking minute
I’m looking at your year end list
You’re choosing rappers you’re friends with
Who be rapping what their friends did
Toolie ratchets and extensions
Wait, wait, wait a minute
We done already heard their best shit
We already got the message
They on a lean, molly, Percocet trip
I think I found what real success is
Running around here since "The Message"
Forty pounder full of death wish
Money counter full of blessings
I sent a cannonball right at the cannon barrel
Through your wall, closet, through your damn apparel
Through your grandma chair, through your granite counter
Topping, I ain’t tryna stop it ’till you standing on the doorstep
Of the man upstairs, nigga, you’re next
Wait a minute, nigga
I’ve been going crazy on these records way before Flex
This the bad hash Shady vortex, armed in navy warfare
Y’all done [?] them Bailey boys
Best to back the fuck up or get smacked the fuck up eighty million different ways
If I say it’s fuck the world then the world’s getting fucked
Eighty million different ways
When I’m finished with it
Then the world’s gon get the AIDS like some 1984 sex
This is traumatizing your favorite rapper, yeah
This the homicide related racketeer
All I’m tryna hear today is trap and drill
It’s all downhill from here like Jack and Jill
Wait, wait, wait, wait a minute
Wait a motherfucking minute
I’m giving all my hoes an ultimatum, she my mascot
I’m just tryna motivate her, I’m just popping shit
She just getting ass shot
Like a Soulja Boy home invader
I get a whole clip to all my haters
Just so I could go and get exonerated
Wait, wait, wait a minute
Wait a motherfucking minute
I watch you niggas go tool up
I’m Compton menace on school bus
It’s documented, boy, prove what?
Been dropping gems since I grew up
I got to feel this void move, bruh
The target’s been destroyed, boo ya
These nerds rapping for attention
For a word from Vlad or Academik
Prefer to slap you over engine
I merge rappers for the Guinness
Wait, wait, wait a minute
I know you heard them back in business
I’m going harder than the [?]
I’m birds flapping independent
I’m tycooning through the pressure
I’m typhooning through this weather
I might do a nigga before him
Give him back to him a little fresher
Got the cash holding on line two, Brinks noise on one
Casanova with the rifle, fuckboy, don’t run
I’m live from it with the streams
Buying guns and getting beans
You guys coming with your teams
It’s feeling like iFunny with the memes
I flip the blade like "say something"
Around dough like Rajon
Let you rip the stage
Then I come and rip the stage down more like Trey Songz
Category slaughter gang shit
Feel me, nigga, this is God hustle
Phantom or the ‘Vette, Tammy Lahren, Charlamagne shit
The odd couple
Wait, wait, wait a minute
I’m prime away from fucking mating with her
I bend her over, stick her on the expensive car
Tyler fucking Creator with it
You a lame, you from Twitter fame
You had a chain, that’s your nigga chain
Face down on your computer keys sleep
Closest you gon’ be to laying in your name
Body bag after body bag
Leave a trail laying in your your lane
I’m Cold Chillin’ on the record business
But I ain’t saying I distribute Kane
Wait a motherfucking minute
You popping molly with the actors
I fucked the baddest of the white bitches
I’m Talib Kweli with the blackness
I’m Mos Def with immigration
Ladies on top of ladies
I’m most def with immigration
Babies on top of babies
Wait a motherfucking minute