Beelzeboob handles a mic like she’s been hot oil wrestling noisy sticks her whole life. With her tomato-red radio-star lips her legs may be moving but her mouth is the one doing all the walking. Her plump size 38Z lungs taper down to slim vocal chords that jiggle when she talks. And her words. Let me tell you about her words. Her curvy tongue drips sweet dialectics like her soft palette is full of spelling bees, and as she talks her sensual teeth flash pearl white to whiteish white depending on her mood. Her come-hither diaphragm rumbles becomingly as if to say: “Hewwo.”