not a problem

i woke up in the morning just the other day, found my dog beneath the chevrolet. i knew things were going wrong, got back home and my home is gone. so i grabbed my gun and walked down the street, i'm trying to find some enemies to meet. and now i'm looking, yes i mean i'm searching, for a place with my guns in hand but, they can't tell me, what i can and cannot do, and i won't hold a, cold dead hand, they're laying on the ground, while i smile from on top, and see their laugh turn into a snarl. let me tell you what, no, it's not a problem to me!