Skatejuice

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, fuckin’ 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