Answer:
Mobsters judge the quality of a vehicle by the size of this
It holds no blessings in disguise. Its rhymes are aimed at your demise, it's cast only to ruin, Whatever you are doin'.
What has to be broken before it can be used?
A red drum which sounds without being touched, and grows silent, when it is touched.
My life can be measured in hours. I serve by being devoured. Thin, I am quick. Fat, I am slow. Wind is my foe.
In your fire you hear me scream! Creaking and whining yet I am dead before you lay me in your hearth.