Answer:
In all the world none can compare I am a tiny weaver my deadly cloth so silky and fair.
I have no life but I can die. What am I?
I am not a toy though many use me for pleasure. I have a butt but I cannot poo.
The more you take of me the more you leave behind.
I can be cracked made told and played. What am I?
The answer I give is yes, but what I mean is no. What was the question?