Answer:
With head without hair. With mouth without tooth.
An open ended barrel, it is shaped like a hive. It is filled with the flesh, and the flesh is alive!
It holds no blessings in disguise. Its rhymes are aimed at your demise, it's cast only to ruin, Whatever you are doin'.
I count time, but have no end. Tick tick, but I am not a clock. What am I?
You heart it speak, for it has a hard tongue. But it cannot breathe, for it has not a lung.
I can only be played on a windy day