With blades that spin, I make a fine surrender, On fruits and ice, my wrath I do engender. What kitchen tool makes smoothies, I then render?

I turn repetition into memory. I twist heads into surfaces. I push minds for answers. I prepare people for the worst.

I'm selling my car. It's in excellent condition, and it has really low miles because it was only driven from time to time. What kind of car am I selling?

Some compete to claim me, Some wear me out and about, Draw your lips together, And you’ll figure me out.

I’m so excited bout this riddle that I’ve soiled myself