"Major Payne: March to the Madness"
Hardcore hip hop, Mafioso rap, Boom bap
Corrupted Cerebellum·2:52
2:52
"Major Payne: March to the Madness"
Hardcore hip hop, Mafioso rap, Boom bap
Creator: Corrupted CerebellumRelease Date: January 30, 2025
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yo, gather ‘round cadets, let me spin you a tale,
‘Bout a man made of iron, with a heart made of hail.
He’s got a stare that could freeze hell, a voice like a bomb,
Major Payne in the flesh—salute or get gone!
He’ll train you to chew nails, spit napalm for fun,
Teach you warfare at breakfast, karate by brunch.
You think you’re tough? Son, you ain’t felt pain,
Till you’ve done push-ups in lava, coached by the Major Payne!
[Chorus]
Major Payne! (Hoo-rah!) March to the rhythm of chaos,
He’ll turn your tears into fuel, your fears into focus.
Major Payne! (Lock ‘n’ load!) The legend, the myth,
If sarcasm was lethal, he’d be the apocalypse!
[Verse 2]
He’s the sergeant from Satan’s boot camp, no lie,
Makes R. Lee Ermey look like a butterfly.
Got a lesson in pain? He’ll write you a book:
“How to Cry in 10 Languages—Just Take One Look!”
You’ll march through a swamp, eat MREs with a smile,
While he’s cracking dad jokes with that psychotic style.
“Drop and give me 20!”—then he’ll roast your form,
“Your push-ups look like my grandma’s in a thunderstorm!”
[Chorus]
Major Payne! (Hoo-rah!) March to the rhythm of chaos,
He’ll turn your tears into fuel, your fears into focus.
Major Payne! (Lock ‘n’ load!) The legend, the myth,
If sarcasm was lethal, he’d be the apocalypse!
[Verse 3]
He’s part John Wick, part Looney Tunes villain,
Motivates with menace, like “I’ll stab you—but chill, and…”
Take a bullet? He’ll laugh, say it’s just a flesh wound,
“Rub some dirt in it, kid, or I’ll cancel your June!”
He’ll wrestle a bear just to teach it respect,
Then write a Yelp review: “Claws weak, 2/10, would not recommend.”
His idea of R&R? A minefield hopscotch race,
“Step light, Private Snowflake—this ain’t TikTok, embrace the pain face!”
[Bridge]
But deep down (way, way down, like Mariana Trench deep),
There’s a hint of a heart, though he’ll swear it’s asleep.
He’ll adopt stray cadets, orphaned by doubt,
Turn boys into titans… then roast them to tears just for clout.
[Outro]
So here’s to the Major, the king of tough love,
A hurricane of humor with a push-up shove.
If you survive his training, you’ll earn all the glory:
A lifetime of stories… and PTSD from his boot camp allegory!
[Final Chorus]
MAJOR PAYNE! (Hoo-rah!) The drill sergeant of doom,
He’ll carve his name in your soul with a tactical broom.
MAJOR PAYNE! (Mission complete!) Toast with a grenade,
The only man scarier than the mess hall’s “lemonade”… DISMISSED! 🔥
Yo, gather ‘round cadets, let me spin you a tale,
‘Bout a man made of iron, with a heart made of hail.
He’s got a stare that could freeze hell, a voice like a bomb,
Major Payne in the flesh—salute or get gone!
He’ll train you to chew nails, spit napalm for fun,
Teach you warfare at breakfast, karate by brunch.
You think you’re tough? Son, you ain’t felt pain,
Till you’ve done push-ups in lava, coached by the Major Payne!
[Chorus]
Major Payne! (Hoo-rah!) March to the rhythm of chaos,
He’ll turn your tears into fuel, your fears into focus.
Major Payne! (Lock ‘n’ load!) The legend, the myth,
If sarcasm was lethal, he’d be the apocalypse!
[Verse 2]
He’s the sergeant from Satan’s boot camp, no lie,
Makes R. Lee Ermey look like a butterfly.
Got a lesson in pain? He’ll write you a book:
“How to Cry in 10 Languages—Just Take One Look!”
You’ll march through a swamp, eat MREs with a smile,
While he’s cracking dad jokes with that psychotic style.
“Drop and give me 20!”—then he’ll roast your form,
“Your push-ups look like my grandma’s in a thunderstorm!”
[Chorus]
Major Payne! (Hoo-rah!) March to the rhythm of chaos,
He’ll turn your tears into fuel, your fears into focus.
Major Payne! (Lock ‘n’ load!) The legend, the myth,
If sarcasm was lethal, he’d be the apocalypse!
[Verse 3]
He’s part John Wick, part Looney Tunes villain,
Motivates with menace, like “I’ll stab you—but chill, and…”
Take a bullet? He’ll laugh, say it’s just a flesh wound,
“Rub some dirt in it, kid, or I’ll cancel your June!”
He’ll wrestle a bear just to teach it respect,
Then write a Yelp review: “Claws weak, 2/10, would not recommend.”
His idea of R&R? A minefield hopscotch race,
“Step light, Private Snowflake—this ain’t TikTok, embrace the pain face!”
[Bridge]
But deep down (way, way down, like Mariana Trench deep),
There’s a hint of a heart, though he’ll swear it’s asleep.
He’ll adopt stray cadets, orphaned by doubt,
Turn boys into titans… then roast them to tears just for clout.
[Outro]
So here’s to the Major, the king of tough love,
A hurricane of humor with a push-up shove.
If you survive his training, you’ll earn all the glory:
A lifetime of stories… and PTSD from his boot camp allegory!
[Final Chorus]
MAJOR PAYNE! (Hoo-rah!) The drill sergeant of doom,
He’ll carve his name in your soul with a tactical broom.
MAJOR PAYNE! (Mission complete!) Toast with a grenade,
The only man scarier than the mess hall’s “lemonade”… DISMISSED! 🔥