Late last night, rapper B.o.B. let us all in on the little-known secret that the Earth is, in fact, flat. It was then that prominent astrophysicist and killjoy Neil DeGrasse Tyson decided to rain on his parade with “science” and “facts.” Undeterred, B.o.B. has now responded by dropping a diss track that features none other than Tyson himself.

The cities in the background are approx. 16miles apart... where is the curve ? please explain this pic.twitter.com/YCJVBdOWX7 — B.o.B (@bobatl) January 25, 2016

After B.o.B. finished his flat-earther rant, which started with the tweet above and went on well into the morning, Neil hit back with the following:

@bobatl Earth's curve indeed blocks 150 (not 170) ft of Manhattan. But most buildings in midtown are waaay taller than that. — Neil deGrasse Tyson (@neiltyson) January 25, 2016

@bobatl Polaris is gone by 1.5 deg S. Latitude. You’ve never been south of Earth’s Equator, or if so, you've never looked up. — Neil deGrasse Tyson (@neiltyson) January 25, 2016

@bobatl Duude — to be clear: Being five centuries regressed in your reasoning doesn’t mean we all can’t still like your music — Neil deGrasse Tyson (@neiltyson) January 25, 2016

Then, about an hour ago, B.o.B. let loose a song called Flatline (get it? because it’s flat... like the Earth) that features both an out-of-context chunk of Tyson discussing the formation of the Earth and some casual Holocaust denial. Since nothing I could say could possibly do the song justice—please, listen for yourselves.

And just to make sure you didn’t miss a thing, here are the lyrics in full, according to Genius.com. (As an added bonus, see how many different conspiracies you can count hiding in the lyrics. I found six.):

Verse 1 Yo, you ain’t seen my best

Checkmate, ain’t a game of chess

Globalists see me as a threat

Free thinking, got the world at my neck

Hah, am I paranoid? Picture Malcolm X

In a room full of pigs, trying not to bust a sweat

Aye, Neil Tyson need to loosen up his vest

They’ll probably write that man one hell of a check

Aye, I’m over here on this side of town

Come on over, over, over, over here try to clown

Aye, I never pipe down

If they weren’t coming for me then

They definitively coming for me now

I can’t even keep my phone charged up

All this shit I’m talking, I should get my

Rappers get off of my dick, get your own bars up

Now the mirror lizard’s breath got the clones scared cuz

Woo, use your, use your common sense

Why is NASA department of defense?

They divided up the seas into thirty-three degrees

Feeding kids masonry, bruh, be careful what you read Hook 1 Flat line, flat line

There’s no superior blood line

Flat line, flat line

You got me once but that died, aye Verse 2 Voice, voice, do I have a voice?

Do I give a fuck? Do I have a choice?

Joint, joint, I roll up a joint

Keep my shooters in the game like I hate to disappoint

I see only good things on the horizon

That’s probably why the horizon is always rising

Indoctrinated in a cult called science

And graduated to a club full of liars

Heliocentrism, you were the sixth victim

Fuck you and your team, you could sit on the bench with ‘em

But before you try to curve it, do your research on David Irving

Stalin was way worse than Hitler

That’s why the POTUS gotta wear a Kipper

I’m a man first ‘fore an artist

Get a lawyer, look up Doctor Richard [?] Hook 2

Flat line, flat line

You fooled us for the last time

Flat line, flat line

There’s no superior blood line Interlude: Neil Tyson

So you want to find farthest point from that center. And it turns out sea level from the equator is farther away from the center of the Earth than sea level at the poles. It has nothing to do with global warming and melting of the ice caps (Why is that?)

Because we...Earth we know it spins, once uh...a day. Yes thank you. Three people know, uh, how long a day lasts here

(Good for row number two, they’re off to a great start)

So you, you know when you spin pizza dough it kind of flattens out. It gets wider in the middle...so Earth throughout it’s life, Earth, even when it formed, it was spinning. And it got a little wider at the equator that it does at the poles. So it’s not actually a sphere, it’s oblate, it’s officially an oblate spheroid

But not only that, it’s slightly wider below the equator than above the equator

(A little chubbier?)

Little chubbier, chubby’s a good word, it’s like pear-shaped. It turns out the pear-shapedness is a bigger than the height of mount Everest above sea level

Hook 2

Flat line, flat line

You fooled us for the last time

Flat line, flat line

There’s no superior blood line

Dead

The lessons here, of course, are to never tweet, never release diss tracks at midnight, and—last but not least—to thank god that the year of the celebrity truther has finally arrived.

