Metalocalypse - Tracking/ishnifus and the challenge lyrics

We're searching We're trying So much time has pa**ed since Toki was taken They've left no trace of him, of this I'm not mistaken This man, his abductor with the silver face A freakish, deadly demon; a ba*tard, a disgrace Born and left alone, never knew his mother Who was k**ed during birth, but left him a brother Together, they were trained to k** those who crossed his path His brother died in Mordhaus and now he blames the band, so We have our best men on it What else are we supposed to do? We're trained to ex-filtrate him They are so good, what can we do? We have our best men on it What else are we supposed to do? We're trained to ex-filtrate him We know we must save his life We must track him We must find him We must rescue him We are running out of time Toki; if we don't hurry up, he just might die! Word from the field, information for thee That we've hired the best man to find the entity He is the best tracker that is known around And has exceptional equipment, both sight and sound He was raised by wolves, he can k** with his teeth He can blend into shadows, he can hide in a tree If he cannot find Toki, then nobody can I'm telling you sire, this is our man! That's good. Where is he? He's dead Oh. Throw him in the garbage Don't throw him away, there's more we can do The dead can sometimes talk and offer us a clue Sire, there's a drive hid within this dead man's torso We can play this video on the main computer console I see what you're doing, and you're trying to k** me! But I won't let that happen, 'cause I still got Toki! If you send another man, we will k** her and he! I'll be waiting here for Dethklok in the depths of humanity! We have our best men on it What else are we supposed to do? We're trained to ex-filtrate him They are so good, what can we do? We have our best men on it What else are we supposed to do? We're trained to ex-filtrate him We know we must save his life Toki; If we don't hurry up, he just might die! We must call of the search They have the upper hand I've failed at my work And I've failed this band You mustn't worry, my friend For you see, there's an answer I know what we have to do Alright, let's hear it Gentlemen, I must speak to you On behalf of the Church of the Black Klok My words will never be as weighty As they are right now, this is a challenge for you I already don't like the sound of this Many years from now, you'll know this Moment was the one that proved your spirit You must go in alone and save your brother You mean coworker I mean brother You means rhythms-guitarist I mean brother Not brother, band-mate I mean brother Guy, stop saying 'brother'. You're grossing us out, thank you You must be heroes I await your decision