King Of Encrustations Lyrics

Scrape glass.. scratch base… scrape glass… scratch base

Nothing to toke, out of smoke, fuck Im pissed.
Crimson glare, empty stare, frustration building.
Depressed inside, drought insight, cannot take it.
No choice, encrustation, gets me high.

Using all my tools, secret unfolds, the power of the tar, brings me far, up the clouds.
Not so healthy, I don't care, fuck bronchitis, encrustation is all I need

Coughing up the smoke, feeling sick to the gut, all the same, getting high anyway any day.
The black gold is a legend untold, king of encrustations.

Messy shit, all in my hands, deep in my lungs, seeping in to the brain.
Some call me a junkie, that I am not. All out of pot, what can I say, I smoke the shit of yesterday.