Answer:
It holds no blessings in disguise. Its rhymes are aimed at your demise, it's cast only to ruin, Whatever you are doin'.
What can be big, white, dirty and wicked?
Runs smoother than any rhyme, loves to fall but cannot climb.
Many have heard it, but nobody has ever seen it. It will not speak until spoken to. What is it?
It is an arctic double breasted formal wear.
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?