Cruising down the series in my tricked out limit.I ain't going forever 'cause it's convergent!
I holla at my squares and say "yo" to my rhombi,
I check out them circles and think: "Damn, I need some of that pi"
2.718 is the way I roll.
Never touch my stash or I'll send you to L'Hopital!
Look at me, I'm all doped up on e
Integrating acceleration just to get some velocity.
You won't be able to differentiate between my x and y
And even if you tried,
You'd only get 2/3
(Because the plane is higher than the bird)
Screw the math gods, I make my own fate.
Hear me when I say...that sine of pi equals 2 plus 8
All I need is the ratio and root test.
I use them like a bulletproof vest.
I'm diverging things you've never seen.
(At least you shouldn't until you're eighteen)
I'm a math gangster, in case you hadn't noticed.
Differentiation is my way to subsist.
And I'm deriving formulas with a flick of the wrist.
