Lyrics

NTRO]
In the city where dreams collide,
A tale unfolds of pride and stride,
Kebab Kella, the Shawarma king,
Luke Tutlys, the pickle hustler, let the song begin!

[VERSE 1]
Once upon a time in the sandy land,
The Pharaoh ruled with a mighty hand,
But here in New York, a clash of kings,
Kebab Kella brought the heat, let the Shawarma sing.
With sauces dripping, he serves delight,
But lurking in the shadows, with a pickle fight,
Luke Tutlys, a vision from the '20s,
Digging in the trash for cucumbers aplenty.

[CHORUS]
Kebab Kella and Luke Tutlys,
In a culinary war, oh can’t you see?
Shawarma dreams vs. pickle schemes,
In the heart of New York, we’ll chase our dreams!

[VERSE 2]
Pickle killer, so sly and tough,
He’s got a gun and a passion for the rough,
Water from the tunnels, what a grim catch,
Selling pickles on the corner, the ultimate match.
Greedy ambitions, making bank on trash,
New Yorkers line up for that briny splash,
But Kebab's got the spice, the flavor to blow,
As the city’s hunger continues to grow.

[CHORUS]
Kebab Kella and Luke Tutlys,
In a culinary war, oh can’t you see?
Shawarma dreams vs. pickle schemes,
In the heart of New York, we’ll chase our dreams!

[BRIDGE]
Time traveling thieves in a food cart race,
Messy battles on the streets we embrace,
Cabbies honk while the foodies fight,
Who'll own the night, who’ll claim the light?
A world of flavor, the stakes so high,
In this pickle and Shawarma battle sky.

[HOOK]
From garbage to glory, that’s the game we play,
Kebab Kella won’t let it slip away,
Luke Tutlys’ pickles, from the shadows they gleam,
In the heart of New York, we’re living the dream!

[VERSE 3]
Now the city’s buzzing as the sun sets low,
Kebab sizzles, while the pickles overflow,
Culinary warriors, facing off at dusk,