21 Savage feels “Immortal” on his latest charting single, which debuted at No. 55 on the Billboard Hot 100 this week (dated Nov. 16) as his 35th career Hot 100-charting hit.
His opening line — “I feel like the motherf—in’ Grim Reaper” — sets the dark tone for the rest of his bars that represent his own cutthroat persona while likening himself to Mortal Kombat video game characters like Liu Kang, Cyrax, Scorpion and Sub Zero. “Immortal” was previewed on the Mortal Kombat 11 trailer in December 2018 before being released on Halloween.
Check out the lethal lyrics below.
I feel like the motherf—in’ Grim Reaper
The biggest smoke blower
Put a motherf—in’ chimney on my stick
Brand new MAK-90 with the drum attached (drum)
You a sh– talker, we got drums for that (on God)
Tryna fist fight? Boy, you dumb for that (stupid)
You gon’ get a bullet in yo’ lung for that (stupid)
Draco get to kickin’ like Liu Kang (21)
F&N on me in the Mulsanne (straight up, straight up)
Glock 19 in to Blue Flame (straight up)
I was strapped when I slid inside your boo thang (on God)
21 immortal, we will never die (21)
Loyal to my brothers (yeah), I’ll never lie (straight up)
Call me bird dog ’cause I cheat and I’m fly (straight up)
And I love winnin’, I’m upset if it’s a tie
Get you off the ground just to knock you to the floor (yeah)
Let’s go blow for blow (yeah), let’s go toe to toe (straight up)
When it’s time to battle, they’ll never ever show (21)
When it’s time to battle, I’m the first one at the door
At the door, with a Draco
Don’t nobody move I don’t wanna have to blow
Rappin’ a– n—as get spent at they shows
That’s why I need some help I got a fetish for the smoke
It get fatal in the bottom, used to rumble in the den (21)
Hit him with a combo, gotta finish him (21)
AK make you frown since you think you wanna grin (straight up)
Seems like all the models just be fallin’ in my DM’s
Coolin’ on the tec it get hot like Scorpion
I’ll burn his a–, lil’ buster
You thought it was straight, I got some chemicals in this magazine
I’ll perm his a– (mark a– n—a)
Wanna be a gangsta but he misguided (bi—)
I’ll learn his a– (on God, n—a)
He went against me and they call 911 (21)
They had to infirm’ his a– (you gon’ be next n—a)
How many tops you done got popped? Whole bunch
How many times you ran from the smoke? N—a not once
Eastside n—a f—in’ all the h–s and I love guns
Ain’t no f—ing diamonds in my mouth, n—a these gold fronts
And we known to handle all the business, n—a ASAP
Had her at the slaughterhouse, how the f— you cake that?
Ain’t no body shots, n—a you know I told him face that
Now he in the ocean heard they hit him in his wave cap
You took your shot and you missed it (21)
I just beat it up, and you kissed it (ugh)
Took the rap game and I milked it (yeah)
Took the rap beef and I killed it
Neck on froze like Sub-Zero dawg (straight up)
He wifed a thot, he a hero dawg (straight up)
All I care about is my dinero dawg (on God)
Only thing I’m chasing is dineros dawg (straight up)
Dread-headed killer like Cyrax (21)
Brought a gun to a fist fight like Jax
Nah f— that, only thing scare me is a rat (snitch)
Slaughter gang, pick your poison, dagger or the axe (straight up)
Stand up god, they respect my mind (on God)
If you foul out get a TEC, my nine (straight up)
If you ain’t a hunnid don’t text my line (lil’ bi—)
If you know you hatin’ don’t check my live (snitch)
You know I’m Slaughter Gang so the smoke is immortal
Ain’t nun’ changed I’ll slaughter your daughter
She said she was a dime but her friend was a quarter
I had a threesome then I flushed a rubber down the toilet
She tried to give me head it was boring, codeine got a n—a snorin’
I wonder if she woulda slept with the poor me
Savage keep a Draco in the corn beef
Choppa cut you up like Kitana (ching ching)
My choppa in the band, it’s a drummer
Russel Westbrook, I was strikin’ like the thunder
You was somewhere runnin’ round, whinin’ to your momma
Y’all play conservative, we gon send a blitz (straight up)
I’m the type to catch a TEC foul, hit him in his sh– (on God)
He think he a made man, hit him in the head (p—y)
Don’t you try to run now, hit him in the leg
People wanna say the stuff I say but they be scared (p—y)
Jab turn a lightskin, pretty boy red (21)
It’s a fatality if you try to handle me (yeah)
Real top shotta don’t you ever try to rant with me
Got enough bullet that could kill your whole camp with me
I was bad as hell in school they even tried to cancel me (21)
I don’t like to talk, don’t you try to tongue wrestle me (on God)
And my block good you’ll never get the best of me (straight up)
You know I’m Slaughter Gang so the smoke is immortal
Ain’t nun’ changed, I’ll slaughter your daughter
She said she was a dime, but her friend was a quarter
I had a threesome then I flushed a rubber down the toilet
She tried to give me head, it was boring, codeine got a n—a snorin’
I wonder if she woulda slept with the poor me
Savage keep a Draco in the corn beef
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Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Written by: Ahmar Bailey, Peter Gundry, She’yaa Abraham-Joseph