His socks have pockets
And they're loaded with rockets
He shreds like a rocket
Prepare lift, smith grind, lock in
His shins both harbor cuts
As proof of the deck's kiss
When stoaked boards break
I guess that's just the 'ish
I'll grab air
Just stand right there
If you scare don't bother
But man it's the juice if you dare
Shred
F*ck ya, dude
F*ck ya, dude
F*ck ya, dude
Skatejuice
F*ck ya, dude
F*ck ya, dude
F*ck ya, dude
Skatejuice
His socks have pockets
And they're loaded with rockets
He shreds like a rocket
Prepare lift, smith grind, lock in
Some lines, some pop, something old and new
Twenty-two years reppin' skatejuice
He shred 'till dead shins are black and blue
If you're not in fear it's not skatejuice
Fakie, big heal, casper, f*ckin' ollie switch
Day after day I make my board my bitch
I'm goofy skate goofy I broke my board shit
I'll get another with art on the grip
Hit the half-pipe, drop, shred, and rip
Pass the juice, I'll take a sip