Answer:
I destroy your home from the inside out.
I am of several different kinds, but the one you pick doesn't do its job. What am I?
I am the kind of soda you must not drink. What am I?
Santa shakes his belly like a bowl full of me
I am ten little beans your look at everyday.
It flows out of the soil, It burns you if it boils, And holds us in its coils, More valuable than gold, As black as it is old.